Maybe it was obvious what I was into by my purchases.

I was buying rope, clothespins and rubber gloves. Perhaps to the average person, the items simply indicated I was on a cleaning spree. But the clerk kept eyeing me as she rang up my order. I suppose I didn’t look like the type of woman to hang her own laundry.

“Not that many people buy clothespins,” she said knowingly. Her blue eyes were boring into me.

“Is that right?” I responded nonchalantly.

She ogled my outfit. Unlike most of the customers at the hardware store, I wasn’t wearing jeans or plaid. I had on leather pants and a black tank top under a black leather vest.

As she handed me my change, she leaned closer to ask, “What are you buying these for?”

I looked at her name... Read More