Never Going To Ralphs Again

So after a shitty day at work I decided that I needed to drink alot of beer and get shitty drunk in my room, because I can. I go to Ralphs grocery store and I get a 12 pack of my favorite beer pyramid hefeweizen then head off to checkout. I give the lady my I.D. and here is how the event played out.

(Keep in mind this lady is like 35)
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Brenton Brenton...you look like a serial killer."
Me: looks up with a what the fuck did you just say expression on my face "pardon?"
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Yeah, your friends call you Brent right?"
Me: "Yeah, I look like a serial killer in my I.D. picture or now with my mustahce?"
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Right now with your mustache, do you get that a lot?"
Me: Still with a what the fuck expression on my face "Here and there I guess."
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Yeah your friends call you Brent, I was looking at your myspace. What was that song you had on your profile?"
Me: WHAAAAAAAAAT THE FUCK!? "Umm I'm not sure right now I change it a lot....."
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Oh ok well, let me see your tattoo I saw it in your pictures"
Me: "uhhh ok, how do I know you?"
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Oh, you don't"
Me: "Ahhh ok...who do I know that knows you then?"
Creepy Cashier Lady: "Nobody"
Me: what the shit? "Ahh ok well take care"
Creepy Cashier Lady: "I'll be seeing you" (j/k she didnt say that) she said "You too Brent"

So I'm a bit...no really creeped out by that. I do look like a serial killer with my mustache I'll give her that. BUT who says that out loud, and what 35 yr old Ralphs cashier lady creeps on my myspace page for that matter? Weeeeeird, not going back to that store.

Hopefully I'm not murdered in my sleep tonight because she reads my blog too haha. Ralphs lady I'm joking...I heart you, really I do :/ (Help)

Update! It was Jamsters mom haha Oh Kathleen you scared me.