in a horrifying turn of events, the other night i ran into Squealer at Target.
in a city as small as Philadelphia, this sort of thing is bound to happen once in a while, especially when discounted toothpaste and DVDs are involved. but the run-in took me by surprise nonetheless.
i guess Squealer is eating these days, because i was meandering through Target's awesome grocery section when i hung a left around the corner out of one aisle, ready to swoop into the next aisle, and there he was. right in front of me.
i suppressed a yelp and a gag -- i didn't have time for such luxuries -- as i spun my cart back around to the right and hauled ass down the cereal aisle. i made a bee line across the store and spent the next 20 minutes hyperventilating while checking out all the new Wii games. i don't own a Wii.
needless to say, my shopping experience was ruined. i found my roommate and told her that that person was somewhere in the store. i was on edge until we were safely seated in the car, with all doors locked.
this city is becoming littered with ghosts of dates past. i gotta move.