It was a slow day at the express. (What a concept, right?)
A woman wearing a baggy sweatsuit came into my line with:
-Two pints of ice cream
-A tin of cat food
-Stool softener
-An economy-sized box of tampons
-A bottle of Ibuprofen
I've been in that place before. Where nothing fits, you're in agony, you feel gross, and you want everyone else to shrivel up and die. She asks me if she can open the box and take one into the bathroom for an emergency.
I smile, reach into my pocket and pull one out. (I was in the same situation.) "No need. Come back when you're ready." She reached across the counter and gave me a hug, then went to the ladies room.
She comes back about two minutes later, and purchases her things. She is eternally grateful. I'm glad I could help out.
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Dear Previously-Cool Guy Who was Flirting With Me,
I have a boyfriend who I love dearly. That being said, I have a sense of humor and also like that you were wearing a shirt of the Lord and Master Foamy. (He rules all!) So I put up with your casual flirting while I rang up your items.
However, any miniscule of a chance you had with me was diminished when you bought three tins of Copenhagen. Yeah, I'd rather not kiss an ashtray, thankyouverymuch.
No phone number for you.
Signed,
Grocery Wench
A woman wearing a baggy sweatsuit came into my line with:
-Two pints of ice cream
-A tin of cat food
-Stool softener
-An economy-sized box of tampons
-A bottle of Ibuprofen
I've been in that place before. Where nothing fits, you're in agony, you feel gross, and you want everyone else to shrivel up and die. She asks me if she can open the box and take one into the bathroom for an emergency.
I smile, reach into my pocket and pull one out. (I was in the same situation.) "No need. Come back when you're ready." She reached across the counter and gave me a hug, then went to the ladies room.
She comes back about two minutes later, and purchases her things. She is eternally grateful. I'm glad I could help out.
---
Dear Previously-Cool Guy Who was Flirting With Me,
I have a boyfriend who I love dearly. That being said, I have a sense of humor and also like that you were wearing a shirt of the Lord and Master Foamy. (He rules all!) So I put up with your casual flirting while I rang up your items.
However, any miniscule of a chance you had with me was diminished when you bought three tins of Copenhagen. Yeah, I'd rather not kiss an ashtray, thankyouverymuch.
No phone number for you.
Signed,
Grocery Wench
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