I Was very "BLAH" with this one.
I went to a Walgreens I had not been in a while yesterday to pick up a few things. There is a cute cashier ready to ring up my stuff. I uncrumple some cash I stuffed in my pocket before I left home and she looks at my hands and asks “do you want some lotion for your hands?”
I look at my hands and they are dry as hell and I say “yes.”
I decided to not feel uneasy about the whole thing. I am Ill and when I am ill, I am not too concerned with my appearance. She reaches down behind the counter and grabs a bottle of lotion and squirts some in my hands. I remove my ring and rub the lotion and she asks me if it is my class ring. I tell her “no” it is just a ring. She then asks me if I lived around here and I said “no.”
As I finished uncrumpling the money in my hand I looked up at her and asked her if she would happen to have a money clip behind the counter also. She shoots out a small laugh and says “you are funny…real funny.” She hands me the cash and wishes me a good day. I decide to ask for her number but realize that there is a line behind me and one of her coworkers watching our interaction so I decide to show up tomorrow around the same time.
I return the following morning around the same time to replenish my cold medicine and get her number. I grab the cold medicine, some sleep aid, and an USA Today and walk up to her to pay for it.
Her: “AAAAW, you have a cold?”
Me: “Yeah. Thanks for caring.”
Her: “Man, do you work or any thing?”
Me: “Yeah. Are you from here.”
[A few seconds of small talk ensues]
Her: "I am from California. I moved here because my son’s father lives here. It didn’t work out but I decided to stay.”
Me: “Does that mean you are single?”
Her: “Yes.”
Me: “Then I want to call you. Write down your number on the receipt.”
[She pauses and looks hesitant but I decide that she is wants to play hard to get and that I didn’t have time to play it in a mildly busy store]
Me: “Just say yes or no.”
Her: “Do you go to church?”
Me: “No.”
Her: “Are you a Christian?”
Me: [shake my head]
Her: “Do you at least believe in god?
Me: Yes.
Her: Okay, good. [She writes down her number, hands it to me and offers me her hand. I shake it. Nice to meet you…
Me: "Spanky."
Her: “Don’t walk out with my number in your hand!”
Me: “Why? Is someone outside the store checking to see if customers are walking away with employees’ numbers?”
Her: “No. You might lose it or something.”
Me: “It is safe in my hands.”
Her: “We will see. I look forward to talking to you.”
Me: “Same here. Bye.”
I walk out of the store.
I went to a Walgreens I had not been in a while yesterday to pick up a few things. There is a cute cashier ready to ring up my stuff. I uncrumple some cash I stuffed in my pocket before I left home and she looks at my hands and asks “do you want some lotion for your hands?”
I look at my hands and they are dry as hell and I say “yes.”
I decided to not feel uneasy about the whole thing. I am Ill and when I am ill, I am not too concerned with my appearance. She reaches down behind the counter and grabs a bottle of lotion and squirts some in my hands. I remove my ring and rub the lotion and she asks me if it is my class ring. I tell her “no” it is just a ring. She then asks me if I lived around here and I said “no.”
As I finished uncrumpling the money in my hand I looked up at her and asked her if she would happen to have a money clip behind the counter also. She shoots out a small laugh and says “you are funny…real funny.” She hands me the cash and wishes me a good day. I decide to ask for her number but realize that there is a line behind me and one of her coworkers watching our interaction so I decide to show up tomorrow around the same time.
I return the following morning around the same time to replenish my cold medicine and get her number. I grab the cold medicine, some sleep aid, and an USA Today and walk up to her to pay for it.
Her: “AAAAW, you have a cold?”
Me: “Yeah. Thanks for caring.”
Her: “Man, do you work or any thing?”
Me: “Yeah. Are you from here.”
[A few seconds of small talk ensues]
Her: "I am from California. I moved here because my son’s father lives here. It didn’t work out but I decided to stay.”
Me: “Does that mean you are single?”
Her: “Yes.”
Me: “Then I want to call you. Write down your number on the receipt.”
[She pauses and looks hesitant but I decide that she is wants to play hard to get and that I didn’t have time to play it in a mildly busy store]
Me: “Just say yes or no.”
Her: “Do you go to church?”
Me: “No.”
Her: “Are you a Christian?”
Me: [shake my head]
Her: “Do you at least believe in god?
Me: Yes.
Her: Okay, good. [She writes down her number, hands it to me and offers me her hand. I shake it. Nice to meet you…
Me: "Spanky."
Her: “Don’t walk out with my number in your hand!”
Me: “Why? Is someone outside the store checking to see if customers are walking away with employees’ numbers?”
Her: “No. You might lose it or something.”
Me: “It is safe in my hands.”
Her: “We will see. I look forward to talking to you.”
Me: “Same here. Bye.”
I walk out of the store.
