Fallen for the bag boy

My mom always had to fight me
To get me to go to the grocery store
But ever since I saw the bag boys
My mom doesn't have to fight anymore

I'm constantly going for milk,
Even though we have plenty at home.
Whenever I walk into that store,
I'm free to let my eyes roam.

“I heard someone spilled some juice
Down in the third row.
You better get some rags and clean it up,
Make sure you bend down low.”

“Umm excuse me sir can you get that?
My arms are too short to reach”
“Oh sir can you also go to the produce aisle
And pick me out the ripest peach”

“Could you please grab me that box?
The one on the bottom shelf?
You see.. A week ago I hurt my back,
And since then I haven't been myself.”

“Sir could I get this mascara half off?
You have to believe me when I say
I grew up next door to Mrs. Covergirl
And she wouldn’t want it any other way”

“Can I make a request to the manager?
For you to carry out my bags?
You know I like a guy with biceps!
Not flabby arms that sag.”

“Perhaps you could lift them in my trunk
My nails are still a little wet
I dare not break one of them
I just spent $30 on a full set”

So I turned to him and said
Have you noticed me flirting today?
It means I’d really like your number
Then he turned and said “I’m gay”