Red Heads

Brendan,

I need to do a little catch-up here as it seems I’ve fallen behind and I know you take any opportunity you can to make me look like a real asshole.

Today, we (Leah and I) stopped in to SuperStore to pickup some cheap sushi for lunch. I always get the vegetarian rolls as, I’m sure you know, there’s no way in hell I’m eating cold, un-cooked fish. That shit is disgusting. For the record, I won’t even eat the ones with the fake crab.

While I went to get the sushi, Leah busied herself in the hair-care section of the store and found yet more products to make her hair shinier, curlier and smellier. As I perused the sushi options (ie: looked for the platter with the cucumber rolls) a cute red-head came over and asked if I needed any help. She may or may not have winked at me. Let’s just say that she definitely wanted me. Let the legal record show that I’m pretty sure she was 18. As I’ve mentioned before, I have a certain affinity towards gingers both real or otherwise.

Well apparently some internal alarm clock had gone off inside Leah because, from 20 feet away, she started yelling at me to hurry up. Embarrassed, I said “I’m okay”, grabbed the sushi and left. I know you and Tara have been together for a while. Don’t take that next step. The only thing wives are good for is totally cockblocking you from hitting on the help. At this rate, I will never make out with a red head. Though I did e-date one once (or she said she was a red head) when I was 20, but she lived in Alabama. Also, she was a little crazy.

The sushi was pretty good. I mean, it’s rice, cucumber, that seaweed wrap stuff and some soy sauce. The flavours are pretty standard.

Rhett