This story is written by David, please send comments and appreciation to voondave@yahoo.co.uk

Shopping at the Supermarket,used to be a dull,tiresome,non event,a burdensome,necessary chore,that just needed to be done. Until about 2 months ago,when all that changed. Since then,it has been an exciting,much looked forward to,and keenly anticipated adventure,that I just have to do.

I had just collected a shopping trolley,and,as usual,wanting to make my visit to the Supermarket as brief and as painless as possible,I was just about to make a bee line down an aisle to my first grocery item,when I was stopped in my tracks,as if I had walked into an invisible brick wall. For,standing with her back to me,and chatting to a female colleague,was a short,slightly built lady with short black hair,who can’t be much more than 5 feet tall,and who’s figure I can only describe as exquisitely proportioned,and who I later discovered to be one of the Supervisors. She wore (and I have never seen her wear anything else),black,ballet flats,and black cotton stockings,(I think they are,and all of the female staff seemed to be wearing them). She was standing with all of her weight on her right leg,and she was pressing the toes of her left foot,on the back of the heel of her left black ballet flat,causing the toe end of her shoe to see saw up and down,rhythmically,and hypnotically. After enjoying this exciting,splendid entertainment for a few moments,I thought it prudent that I had better move on,before my interest began to attract,well,interest!

But then,this little Pixie like lady slipped her shapely foot back into her left shoe,shifted her weight to her left leg,and she immediately slipped her right foot out of her black ballet flat,and she rested the top of her foot on her shoe,revealing the whole of the sole of her black cotton stockinged right foot,and she wasted no time,in beginning to flex and scrunch the toes of her decidedly dainty little foot. Well,I wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry,now! The ‘Pixie Lady’,as I now found myself thinking of her,had firmly rooted me to the spot,with her Pixie like powers,as if I had wandered into a quicksand bog,and finding my ability to move,suddenly and surely disabled. I must have stood there and stared for some time,watching her switch her weight from shapely foot to shapely foot,as she allowed her feet some brief relief,a fleeting,temporary respite,from supporting her weight,and I was most splendidly entertained,as I ‘checked out’ her tantalisingly active,and teasingly playful,dainty feet.

But then,I saw that her colleague was regarding me with a stange,curious expression,and,the ‘Pixie Lady’,upon seeing her expression,turned around to face me,and I saw her pretty,Pixie face for the first time. As she made eye contact with me, I felt an incredible,strange,almost ‘Other Worldly’ thrill of excitement tinged with fear,as I could almost feel her eyes,seemingly all knowing,invading my mind,and seeking out my most secret thoughts,like a search engine in a computer,exploring all the corridors of my mind,and discovering with ease,all my secret compartments,and intimately acquainting herself,with the contents of my ‘files’,as she effortlessly side stepped the hopeless inadequacy of my security systems,like an unnaturally fleet of foot ‘Trojan Horse’,laughing disdainfully,as she easily cleared the ineffectual obstacles of my ‘firewalls’,like a champion equestrian at an amateurs show jumping contest. Eventually,and with a Herculean effort,I managed to regain sufficient control of my mind and body to achieve movement,and,as I hastily continued with my shopping,I wondered if the ‘Pixie Lady’s colleague had noticed,and told the ‘Pixie Lady’ about my ‘Supermarket Checkout’.

Or,indeed,whether she needed telling.

The following week,I had forgotten all about this incident,thinking it to be a one-off, lucky,if slightly disquieting experience. But,as I was making my way to the check out tills,and,groaning inwardly with dismay,when I saw the dispiriting length of the queues,I saw the unmistakable,charmingly diminutive figure of the little,pretty ‘Pixie Lady’,who had stationed herself in front of the check out tills,so as to be able to assist with any problems that the check out girls may encounter,I surmised. Automatically,and immediately,my eyes were drawn to her feet,as though by the irresistible pulling power of 2 supremely powerful magnets,and I was not disappointed. While I pretended to study the length of the queues,ostensibly to try and locate the shortest,from the corner of my eye,I surreptitiously spied on her,as she heel popped,and teasingly dipped her dainty,black cotton stockinged feet,in and out of her black ballet flats,and I watched,mesmerised,as she flexed and scrunched her toes,in a way that drove me half insane with excitement to see.

As soon as she made eye contact with me,I imagined there was a look of recognition in her eyes,and I immediately then joined the queue,that I had so carefully and deliberately chosen: The longest queue! Now,I had to be careful,as the ‘Pixie Lady’ seemed to be looking in my direction more and more frequently,and,I did not know if it was just my imagination,or whether she was now actually on to me,and suspected,or even if she had sussed,and was aware of my little spying game,and was now actually trying to catch me red handed,in my own version of ‘Supermarket Checkout’.

The following week,my visit to the Supermarket was not just about buying groceries,but had a sneaky,naughty,devious,ulterior motive to it. This week though,at first,it seemed that I was to be disappointed,as,try as I might,I could not find the charmingly diminutive figure of the black cotton stockinged,black ballet flats wearing,heel popping,foot dipping,toe scrunching supervisor,of the ‘Pixie Lady’. I was a little shocked,at the level of disappointment I felt,at missing out,and of being deprived of what I was so looking forward to,and what I was hoping would become my weekly treat. A naughty treat,yes,but you have to indulge yourself from time to time,don’t you,I told myself,as though in self justification. But,after I had completed my humdrum,mundane,tiresome and irksome shopping expedition,and arrived at the check out tills,lo and behold! So,that was why I couldn’t find her! The ‘Pixie Lady’ was actually serving at one of the check out tills!

Well,I knew what I must do! I queued at the check out till that was to the left of the one that the ‘Pixie Lady’ was serving at. As I got nearer to my check out till,I found that I was beginning to shake uncontrollably,for,such was the measure of my almost all consuming excitement and anticipation. When I arrived at my check out till,I looked to my right,and the ‘Pixie Lady’ was right there,the closest I had ever been to her.She was sat on a stool at her check out till,with her back to me. Oh,boy! Was I in luck! The ‘Pixie Lady’ was resting both of her feet on a rung at the back of her stool,and,as my eyes  soaked up this marvellous,wonderful,glorious sight,I felt a tingling,thrilling shock of fearful excitement,as though I was doing something wrong!

The ‘Pixie Lady’ was still wearing her black ballet flats,and yet she wasn’t! I could see the whole of both of the soles of her black cotton stockinged,exquisitely shapely,dainty little feet,as she seemingly somewhat precariously,though more probably,expertly,balanced them on the rung of her stool,as she actually rested them on top of her black ballet flats! What a wonderful,thrilling,exhilarating sight this was,of what surely must be Pixie magic,I thought. Oh,man! Oh,man! I stared and stared,so entranced was I,that I was only brought back to Earth,when the girl at my check out till touched my arm,in an effort to get my attention,to pay for my groceries,which I then did.

Then,just as I was about to leave the check out till,I thought that I would sneak a final,naughty peek,at the ‘Pixie Lady’s shapely,dainty little treasures. But,when I turned back to her,I felt a jolting shock,to find that she was staring at me. Full in the face! It was as though she had somehow sensed my worshipful adorations,(oh,ok then,my spying!). This time,there was no denying my unshakable,certain conviction,that she not only recognised me,but also,that she knew me for what I was,and she held me captive,in her Pixie stare,in her seemingly fey,clairvoyant,knowing eyes,and she imprisoned me there,helplessly unable to break this seemingly unnatural eye contact,until at last,and after what seemed to me a very long time,the ‘Pixie Lady’ finally turned away from me,as she returned to serving her customers at her check out till.

Since then,whenever I visit the Supermarket,the ‘Pixie Lady’ seems to recognise me on sight,unless my imagination is playing tricks on me. Because of this,I have had to hone my spying skills,peeping around the corners of the aisles,hiding behind other customers,pretending to read food labels,and even engaging lady shoppers,and asking for their advice,that I neither want or need,on the best way to cook this piece of fish,or that joint of meat,etc,in order to feed my addiction,to satisfy my obsession,to get my fixes of the ‘Pixie Lady’s exciting,enthralling,enchanting foot antics. Ah,enchanting. Yes,that must be it. All is clear,now. I have been enchanted, by the irresistible powers of the ‘Pixie Lady’.

My only worry,is that my ‘Supermarket Checkout’,might turn into the ‘Weekly Shop’,if the ‘Pixie Lady’,for a bit of Pixieish,mischievous fun,informs on me to her colleagues. Oh,well,time to go. The time I have been waiting for all week has finally,at long last arrived. Time to go shopping! Time for my ‘Supermarket Checkout’!