Awkward Juice

It's natural to find yourself in awkward situations.

Picture this.

I'm in the grocery store with my mother the other night. Those of you who know my mother might have already begun conjuring a preconcieved story in your head involving expired coupons and a bag boy or two.
But fear not, this is one of the few awkward moments in my life where she has not been the main contributer to the situation.

My mission was to pick out some orange juice, which, theoretically should not be that difficult. But it turns out there are about a million different brands and flavors of orange juice (yes, there are different flavors of ORANGE juice) so it was taking longer than I expected.
As I was trying to decide between the pineapple orange Tropicana and the pulp free Simply Orange, I spotted one of the librarians from school coming up the aisle.

We've all been there.

The all too familiar conversation I have in my head when this kind of situation rears its ugly head goes a little something like this:

Do I want to talk to this person, or pretend like I don't see them? I definatley do not want to talk to this person. Okay, how can I get out of this without them seein..OH CRAP WE JUST MADE EYE CONTACT.

There are three main reasons why I did not want to talk to said librarian:

1) I had forgotten her name
2) I owe over five dollars in late fees
3) Our previous conversations typically went as follows:

me- I would like to check out this book please.

her-Okay.

click...click....(thats the computer)

beep....(Thats the checker outer thing that looks like a taser)

her-It's due in two weeks.

me- Thank you!

her-You owe over five dollars in late fees.

me- You have a nice day too!

I typically say that last part as I'm running out the door.

As you can probably guess we ended up talking and it was weird and all I wanted to do was go back home, drink my orange juice and watch Friends reruns.

But as I contemplate this specific episode of uncomfortableness, I wonder if SHE had that same conversation in her head when she spotted me. I mean, librarians are people too, even if they do wear unfortunate sweaters and want to marry Dewey (As in the Dewey Decimal System if you aren't up on your library references).

And if you know me, you know I have quite the intimidating physique, so I could understand if she was threatened meeting me outside of our safely guarded school and in the perilous grocery store.

Either way, I wish I was allergic to awkward situations.

Then I would have a medical excuse to leave.

But then again, whats life without a few moments lacking in dexterity?