Welcome to Kroger, can I help you?
Saturday EVENING, after a nice meal at Benihana (Ogwife and I both love teppan cooking) we thought “the only thing we need now, is a little container of flavored creamer, to take back to the room and have with coffee we made in the in-room coffeemaker”. So we went on an epic journey that included driving through the big D, in a time when you don’t want to BE in downtown detroit. So we drove around for two hours, and finally ended up at a Kroger, and as we were finishing up, the single gayest human being on earth checked us out.
now, I have some pretty sensitive gaydar, and have rarely been wrong- but this guy would have set off my Mom’s Gaydar, and we had had thanksgiving dinner with my cousin and her girlfriend several times before mom “got it”.
Anyway. The Ogwife said “Now that’s gay turned up to 12”. THe guy was incredibly nice, even went so far as to borrow a “Kroger card” from another customer to save us 52 cents on our purchase, polite, pleseant, and efficient. And gayer than a forest filled with treeloads of monkeys. God keep him.

Poor bastard. Some of the nicest folks. Yer images kill me. LMAO.
One of the few things that I miss since I left California and moved to Nevada, was Gardena’s wonderful Japanese food. Big local customer base meant a highly competitive environment, so good stuff at modest prices.
Are you sure he wasn’t just trying to pick you up?
I came from Detroit. The “time when you don’t want to be in downtown Detroit” is known as “after 1970”. Worrying about the hour of the day is just picking nits. :)