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by: enslaved heart When you find yourself in a situation once, or twice, you call it a coincidence but when it continues to happen to you on a regular basis.. well then you know it ain't your imagination! Imagine a busy supermarket, it is approaching dinner time and the place is filled with hungry shoppers. Frantic consumers racing their shopping carts down the isles as if they were trying to qualify for the Indy 500. And in spike of this fact, the store believes that scheduling 2 cashiers to work this afternoon shift is in the best interest of their loyal customers. The "8 Items or less" lane is two rows deep in hot sweaty bodies trying to make a quick purchase. They are tired and impatient so conversation is minimal. And there she stands. In the middle of the chaos, groceries piled high in her arms. She just ran in to grab a loaf of Italian bread. Unsure of the reason, spaghetti always tastes better when you make garlic bread to go with it. She didn't think she needed a shopping cart but as she passes the isles she feels compelled to pick up a few more things (damn those brilliant advertisers who prey on her subconscious!) "I just remembered, those bananas at home are getting kind of brown. OH some ice cream would go great with them. HEY.. where do they keep the chocolate sauce? WOW.. Oreos are on sale this week!!" As she stands at the check out counter she remember why she never goes shopping when she is hungry and why she always makes a list! The line crawls along like a turtle with arthritis and her arms begin to ache. The atmosphere is filled with frustration and impatience and she begins to get swept up inside it. "Why the hell did I forget the stupid bread? I don't even want spaghetti for dinner tonight!" She lets her guard down and that is when he spots her. He approaches her and manovers himself to face her. In spite of the heat and the conditions surrounding him, he remains calm, cool and collected. He stares her right in the eyes. She knows what he is about to do, it has happened before. "Can I cut in front of you. I am late for picking up my daughter from her baseball game." They always have a good excuse, their car was left running or they are on their way to visit a sick aunt. You know those kinda things that sound so lame yet could be true? She looks at him directly in the eyes. He smiles knowing the fish has taken the bait. He thanks her and gets in the line in front of her before she can answer him. She stands there stunned as a deer looking into headlights. "OK" she hears herself say, although it is of no importance at time point in time. She feels the piercing stabs against the back of her head as eyes stare at her. She dare not turn around. She knows the look of the evil eye and it waits behind her. "Why did he not pick the person in front or behind me. Why does it always have to be me?" She stands there for what seems like an eternity as the line inches forward. Finally she pays for her purchases and exits the store without looking back. As she fumbles for her keys, opens up the car and flops down in the seat, she adjusts the rear view mirror to see if there is some secret submissive tattoo embedded on her forehead. She drives away vowing to never return again, yet since this is the only supermarket in town, she then vows to never return again until Saturday! (which is her regular shopping day) That my friends, is how you spot a submissive in a supermarket. Now you may ask, how do you spot a Dom? Well that is easy.. he was the one who butted in! *S* 
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