As a kid I grew up reading my share of comic books. There were stacks of magazines that I would devour hours at end then the comic books made way to paper back books that were filled with entertaining, educating, and heart felt adventures.
Served in the Army for about 10 years and worked as a Private Security contractor which included a couple of tours in Iraq as a private contractor with those companies like Black water. There is nothing impressive about me other than I am a hefty size guy and I am well skilled in boxing and martial arts and i can maintain a nice 1.5 to 2.5 inch shot group at 25 to 30 yards. Usually, I shoot a .45 Cal in a traditional 1911 style pistol. I shoot also with striker style pistols from Springfield and H&K. Mostly .45 and a few 9 mm. Glocks are not my favorite but I am familiar with them and I can shoot them well.
Now, these days are mixed with 2 jobs and 1 job is at the 24 Hour Pharmacy. So I did with many homelessness individuals, druggies, drunks, and other scum bags with the mixture of sick discharged patients from the local Hospital emergency rooms with the some housewives trying their skills with coupons.
I arrived at my scheduled hour and conduct my routine of checking in with management, do a quick walk around the store areas, and assessing the number of customers and staff that must be dealt with and observed.
Noted that early in the shift and large white man in grubby shorts, untied high top snickers, plaid hoodie and nasty t-shirt with a multi-tool hanging around his neck. He waddled down to the liquor and wine section. Pushing one of the carts and placed 2 bottles in the cart. The cheapest 1-gallon vodka and boons style cheap wine. He headed to the register and appeared to get ready to pay for his booze. Then at the last moment he bolts through the main entrance doors. The supervisor runs after him with me at their heels. I managed to yank his hoodie and knocked down his nasty stinky body against the pavement. Lucky the bottles were plastic and just bounced on the asphalt. I flipped him and handcuffed him. My supervisor was calling PD. Easy breezy for the nights work. A stack of paperwork that I needed to finish.
Funny, then later into the night. A good looking well shaped woman came into the store. Bright neon green pants, matching purse, Nike shoes with neon green trimming. She had blond hair and a tattoo on her neck. Not too bad looking strong Eastern European accent. She turns out to be Ukrainian. I had walked by an aisle when she asked me for assistance and handed me a bottle. She asked what was so special for the price. It turned out to be a personal lubricant used with vibrators or other sex toys. Ironic this Pharmacy carries in the same shelves with the assorted condoms and selection of lubes, vibrators, other birth control products.
She was a bit surprised that I did not blush or was uncomfortable. I read the bottle and explained the difference. She took it and place it in her basket with a vibrator too.
Before she exited with her purchases, she walked up to me and handed me a piece of paper which had her number.
I texted her after work and she responded quickly and sent me nice set of photos.
With all of my training, experiences, and knowledge. I am brought down to my basic primal needs. Hmmmm food for thought.