Ode to the Mystery Woman
O, mystery woman, you walk through pamida, your darling little toddler sweeping the floor with a toy broom he found. He follows me as I sweep the store.
You're absolutely beautiful, not like a sex goddess, but in that classical beauty kinda way. Damn, I'd love to see you bust out a pea-coat.
But is it your beauty that attracts me? Nay, it's your spirit, your personality. The way you treat your son, the way you apologize for him sweeping the floor. I say it's alright, and it makes me smile, but still you feel guilty. The way you're empathetic to my job. More polite than the other customers, I think you're my new favorite. The first time I waited on you I felt the same. Tonight just added to the experience.
Damn, you're amazing. Mystery woman, I've never wanted kids of my own. I've never even seen myself getting married. But Mystery woman, I think you've inspired me to have kids.