Walgreens

I was at Walgreens today and some girl caught me practice making-out with my arm.  I gave her a look that prettty much said, "You want some of this?".  She gave me a look that said, "Thanks, but no thanks."  Then I went to get the razors I needed but they were all locked up behind plexiglass.  I was going to give up and get them somewhere else and this kid that worked the register in the cosmetic section asked me if I wanted the manager to bring over the key.  I said 'yes'.  I'm not sure if you noticed something peculiar about that sentence back there.  I said, "kid that worked at the register in the cosmetic section."  There was a register in the cosmetic section.  While I was waiting for the manger/key, I went over and asked him if I could check out my items there.  He said, "Yes."  For some reason, I wave of terror swept over me.  I could just sense full-blown panic was about to set in.  Not quite sure why.  I think the kid noticed or something because then he told me that I didn't have to check out at his register.  It was a 'no-pressure' register.  I felt somewhat relived.  Then, the manager came by with the key and unlocked the coveted razor blades.  He asked me if I was going to continue shopping and I told him I had to get milk.  He said that he would leave the razors with the kid at the cosmetic register.  (!)  Now, I pretty much had to go to that register.  I don't really know why I didn't want to go to that register.  I just felt like I accidently almost freaked out on the kid and now I had to go back!  So, I got the milk and went back to the cosmetic register.  As I was standing there, I saw one of those wonderful entertainment magazines that said Angelina might be pregnant again.  I wondered out loud if she has a problem keeping her pants on.  The register guy agreed.  It also said that she wanted to have another baby in hopes of solving her and Brad's problems.  Again, I wondered out loud.  This time, I brought into question the power of this problem-solving technique.  The register kid agreed that having a baby is probably not the best way to solve a problem.  I think me and the register kid would've been great friends had we met under different circumstances.