As always, thank you to Rachel and Mr. Daddy for hosting this little weekly fun fest.
A month or so after RockCrawlinChef and I got engaged we were still twitterpated and all kissy-face all the time. It didn't matter where we were, we were always sneaking kisses. It was pretty disgusting. Good God, we'd become one of "those" couples.
We were in the grocery store and it was a really dry day; like negative humidity, the kind that just breeds static. We'd both been shocked repeatedly from the cart alone. It was to the point of being ridiculous - I don't recall ever building up so much static just pushing a darn shopping cart. I got shocked one last time and decided that I wasn't going to let go of the cart; RCC would have to put whatever we wanted into it and I was going to keep both hands on the cart so I wouldn't get shocked anymore.
Well, it seemed like a good idea.
We were walking down the paper goods aisle, which was deserted, and decided to sneak a little smooch.
RCC leaned in, I tilted my head up. And BAM! We didn't even make contact, but I'd built up so much static electricity pushing the cart that the electricity arced from my nose to his. We jumped apart like we'd both been hit with a cattle prod. I felt that shock all the way through my nose and into my upper lip. My eyes welled up with tears and when I looked at him rubbing his nose, I saw that it had the same effect on him.
I'm sure the other shoppers wondered what happened over in the toilet paper aisle to cause all of the loud cursing and laughing. When we stopped cursing and laughing and wiped the tears from our eyes, we took a look at each other's nose. Sure enough, we both had a red burn on the tips of our noses that lasted for days.
We've since learned to ground ourselves before getting too kissy-face and the paper goods aisle holds no interest for us at all anymore.