I bent down to pick them up and before I could get
my hand on them, a man's hand had picked them up
for me. He was a little embarrased to see what he
had snagged up.

He apologized for doing so and quickly went back
to his machine and started to load up his clothes. I could
tell that he kept sneaking peeks at me.

Finally he came over to me and he was very bashful. He told
me that he thought I looked a lot like girl that he had met on the
Internet. I said, "Her name wouldn't happen to be Rachea,
would it?"