At work yesterday, I was checking out one thirty-something man as the twenty-something man behind him waited his turn. It's worth the time to type this out.
The first man in line was very chatty as I scanned grocery after grocery. He was being friendly so I played along; better friendly than surly. Halfway through his cart-load, though, I realized that he was being friendly to the point of flirting with me, which was a little bizarre, especially because he's obviously 30-something and I'm obviously college-something; and more especially, I had my hair thrown back in a mildly-tamed braid with my dull teal work shirt. He made a big fuss about giving me exact change, proclaiming that he deserved a sticker or something for going to all that trouble, smiling widely at me. To appease him, I said "Well, I can write 'Congrats' on the back of your receipt or something."
"OK, do that, but it only counts if you sign it."
OK...So his receipt printed, I wrote 'Congrats' on the back with a sloppy signature, and then handed it to him. After gracing me with his broad grin, he picked up his groceries and left with a wink.
As I scanned the twenty-something's Giant Eagle card, he leaned over his milk and eggs to declare "You deserve a Gold Star sticker for dealing with jackasses like that."
I hadn't felt THAT strongly about the last customer, but I still enjoyed the fact that he thought I deserved a sticker for something, too.
The first man in line was very chatty as I scanned grocery after grocery. He was being friendly so I played along; better friendly than surly. Halfway through his cart-load, though, I realized that he was being friendly to the point of flirting with me, which was a little bizarre, especially because he's obviously 30-something and I'm obviously college-something; and more especially, I had my hair thrown back in a mildly-tamed braid with my dull teal work shirt. He made a big fuss about giving me exact change, proclaiming that he deserved a sticker or something for going to all that trouble, smiling widely at me. To appease him, I said "Well, I can write 'Congrats' on the back of your receipt or something."
"OK, do that, but it only counts if you sign it."
OK...So his receipt printed, I wrote 'Congrats' on the back with a sloppy signature, and then handed it to him. After gracing me with his broad grin, he picked up his groceries and left with a wink.
As I scanned the twenty-something's Giant Eagle card, he leaned over his milk and eggs to declare "You deserve a Gold Star sticker for dealing with jackasses like that."
I hadn't felt THAT strongly about the last customer, but I still enjoyed the fact that he thought I deserved a sticker for something, too.
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