I was commiserating with a friend recently about relationships … more specifically, the relationships we just got dumped from. Our experiences were similar — we were pursued, finally gave in and then got kicked to the curb once we expressed a mutual interest. 

Over a few beers, I came up with this theory — we were Supermarket Sampled.

Like Sample Day at Kroger, we put out a small piece of ourselves that just so happened to be the very best part. The perps walked up to us, picked us up, fondled our goodies, tasted our personality, swallowed us whole … and then crushed our plastic shell and threw us in the trash can. Now our expired coupon sits at the bottom of their purse.

Anyone else feel this way? Let the Samples unite! If enough Samples come together, we can afford a whole dish.

OK, now I’m confusing myself.

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Posted on June 16th, 2009 under Closet Space • RSS 2.0 feed • Leave a response, or trackback