Monday, May 30, 2011

Clean up on aisle 7

Public displays of affection.  I'm all for it if it is innocent enough. 
Holding hands, cool. 
A small hug, fine.
When one wraps their arms around the other from behind leaning on their shoulder, makes me melt.

But dude, when you are in a store blocking the flow of traffic with people yammering at you from both ends of the aisle because you are making out hot and heavy with your mate, too much.   I mean, at that point when your hands are under clothing and zippers are half undone,  bad bad bad form.

Some of us might just be in a rush and just trying to find the damn nail polish.  The sign over the aisle said "make-up"   not make out.

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