The Bad: Apparently he is onto my
The Ugly: There was no one in the produce section, and like a crazy lady who desperately needed those potted daisies I wandered around, waiting for someone to appear. Then I went home and discovered I had not purchased bread to go with the round of Brie [that I didn't need]. Frick. So I went back to the store but pointedly did not get in Hottie's line. Then I asked a homely but very friendly & helpful worker (who was NOT in Produce, by the way) about the daisies; he grabbed a pot and happily scanned it for me. I was seconds away from plunking it down in front of Grocery Boy and telling him SOMEONE ELSE checked the price for me, as though this would make him very jealous and remorseful. But I came to my senses and just bought the bread.
In the end, I'm thankful no one called me "Ma'am."