Jealousy

Today I went to Costco. I do not usually go to Costco because it takes like 25 minutes to get there and I usually only want some lettuce. But today, I went. While waiting in line, I turned around to see two people making out! I'm an expert at making out, not from doing it so much but from seeing it. Apparently my classroom is make out central and I see kids kissing all the dang time out my window. But these people were not teenagers. The guy was at least 50 and she was no so 50, but they were making out. After staring, I turned around, then turned back again and they were still at it! Making out in line at Costco. My thoughts in order:

Numéro Un: Ewwwww
Numéro Deux: Double Ewwww
Numéro Trois: I want someone to make out at Costco with.

It reminded me of when I was in Strasbourg and people were always making out on the tram. I desperately wanted to make out on the tram with someone; if only just to fit in. In fact one time I got on the tram, me and the chemists and I thought, really, who else besides me could get on the tram being the only girl with six nice looking boys, not one of whom is going to make out with me. That tram ride sucked.