jus waiting for me to grab it up and shove it in my purse run out of there like i was some sort of scarlet lady , which is , of course , what i felt like and what i wanted to do -- run outta there , i mean -- but instead , i just stood there and let that old pregnancy kit flash between us like a neon light on a moonless night , like it werent no never-mind to me , and chatted with her for the longest time , till the line behind me stretched all the way past the kiwis in the produce section and half way to the pyramid display of manure that was on sale , till finally some old flippertigibbet manager comes up behind her and axs if theres a problem , and i say im jes catching up with an old friend , thank ya , kindly , and smooth as a goober sliding down yer throat , i reach over real slow like and pick up my package and glide outta there myself .