Meet Joe Black

Have you ever seen something so out of place that you can only stare and be in complete awe?

Two days ago, I drove to Fred Meyer's to pick up some oatmeal. I was on a mission to get the oatmeal quick because my cookie recipe was half-made, sitting out at home (I realized we didn't have any oatmeal after the cookie-making process began). I walked quickly down the aisles, scanning the shelves for what I was looking for. I then came to aisle 6 and saw five women all stopped in their tracks, staring at something I couldn't see. There was an old woman, two girls my age, and two middle-aged women, none of them being together. Curious to see what would cause these five strangers to stare with eyes wide and jaws dropping, I poked my head around the corner.

And there, standing before me, was the most handsome and epic-looking man I believe I have ever seen. He looked to be about thirty. His hair was similar to Brad Pitt's in Meet Joe Black and he was wearing a fitted, black suit. In the midst of suburban Portland, two teenagers, a couple frumpy old housewives, an old woman, and I were faced with someone straight out of a James Bond film picking out batteries on aisle 6, probably for some digital device James Bond would use, I thought. I stood there for about ten seconds, then he looked up at all of us staring at him. Quickly pretending to go back to our shopping duties, we all snapped out of the trance and carried on with our shopping.

But the best part is that as I walked out to the parking lot and got into the driver's seat of our family's Astro van, I looked to my left, and there, parked right next to me, was the Joe Black man, unwrapping the batteries in the driver's seat of a tan Astro van with two kids in the back. Icing on the cake.