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vintage backgroundOh, it was fantastic to watch.

A woman in her thirties was the first I watched go through their gauntlet of passion. This woman was pushing a cart with her small child facing her. The making out commenced. She hurried past and pretended she didn’t see anything at all. The old couple started laughing. The woman shot back a couple of disturbed glances mixed with half grins and disappeared around the next aisle.

Next was a young man with a wedding band on his finger. He couldn’t have been older than 23. He started side-shuffling down the aisle toward the couple, looking at the different greeting cards as he went. He got to the couple. He began working his way around them. “Come here, baby!” the old man said, and started making out with his wife. The young married man smiled and let out a chuckle. The old couple just went harder and faster. The young man was paralyzed in his tracks. He just stood and watched for a moment, then realized he was staring, and hurried and moved past with a big smile on his face.

Next were a couple of preteen girls in tank tops and short shorts. I laughed remembering my car temperature reading of 48 degrees on my way to the store. Yes, 48 degrees in June. They were just wandering through, shortcutting their way to the homemaking or automotive section, I’m sure. “Come here, baby!” the old man said as he pulled his wife into him. One of the teenage girls shrieked loudly. The other stared and gave a look of incredible disgust. The girl who shrieked pulled out her cell phone as they walked away and snapped a quick picture of the old couple making out. I can only assume it is floating around out there on Instagram somewhere.

All the while, I stood back, pretending to text on my phone, enjoying the show. I love people watching. Especially epic people watching like that.

I watched the show unfold for another four or five people, all who moved on without a word, but always (eventually) with a smile.

Except the last person. Me.

I finally wanted to get in on the fun, so I shoved my phone in my pocket and started meandering toward the greeting card aisle with all sorts of fun ideas of things I could say to them as I passed.

But, just as I was approaching the aisle, a ridiculously loud beeping tone sounded off in the man’s pocket, and the old couple became suddenly rushed and a bit concerned. They made their exit before I could get to them with the smart comment I was carrying in my back pocket.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he’s most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It’s an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!