Strangers in the night...

We met in front of the meat case at the Brownsburg Marsh Saturday morning.

You: wearing a salmon top and jeans.
Me: Wearing a green t-shirt and jeans.

I thought you were cute. And I loved the way your eyes lit up when you saw what I had in my pants (I keep my Q organizer in my back pocket while shopping).

I could tell by the way you were grabbing weiners that you had done this before, and you knew EXACTLY what you like. I like to stockpile hot dogs too. I had extra coupons for Bar S Franks, and was about to offer you some. That's when you pulled out your Q organizer. It was exactly like mine, even the colors matched.

My heart skipped a beat.

You pointed out that we had the same organizer. I laughed and mumbled something. I was too nervous to remember what I had said. Perhaps it was all the boxes of wine in the next aisle that made my head swim.

Then, as you strolled away, I began to wonder if you'd seen my Marsh matchup on my blog or WUC. Perhaps it was fate that drew us together there under the cool dim lights of the meat section. Perhaps if I met you again I'd gain the nerve to ask you to Kroger with me... they have eggs on sale. Then I nearly ran into your cart as I passed an aisle you were coming out of.

I looked up and smiled. You smiled. We shared a moment. I lost my nerve to say anything at all to you.

Later, while I was looking for the charcoal, I saw that you'd already checked out and were leaving the store. My charcoal was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank.

You say you are married? That's OK. I'm seeing someone too. She's very open minded about saving money, perhaps the two of you could even become friends. The 3 of us could run interference on a register while we perform multiple transaction. A Ménage à Savings?

Perhaps you were clever enough to match up the coupons to the sale on your own, without my help. Perhaps someone else has a better matchup. I'd still like to shop with you again, my new frugal friend. Until we meet again, save well.