I Think I Might Be a Secret Agent
Tonight, I'm making my lady a fancy pizza because she's working late. I hit the supermarket to pick up pizza ingredients and other various items. After the check out I start pushing the shopping cart to towards the door but I can't move. I look over and the Spanish girl that bagged my groceries has her hand on the cart. She winks at me real sneaky-like and then says, "have fun with the chicken." I say "Uh... I will" and roll away.... but then I get the funny Mission Impossible doublecross feeling. I feel my eyebrows scrunching towards eachother, and then it hits me: I didn't buy any chicken. I stop and look back toward the Spanish girl and she is looking at me. A quick search of my bags reveals no accidental chicken, and none of the items I bought even resemble chicken or chicken products. This is why I think I might be a secret agent with amnesia.