Hi, this is my first post! It's nothing horrible or anything, but... wow. Why do the pervs come out on Sunday?
Me: Little blonde liquor store gal
SC: Not sucky, just apparently a little too prone to sharing personal information. A guy in his 20s with a baseball cap.
SC: *comes out of big cooler, sets down pack of beer*
Me: Hi, how're you today?
SC: You know, I really want to get a job here, just so I can watch the girls come out of that cooler all day with their nipples showing.
Me: ...
Awkward silence. SC hands me his debit card.
Me: Paying with debit? Okay, that's $14.15. So, do you need a bag?
SC: No, thanks.
Transaction continues as normal, except for the air of awkwardness. I guess he just randomly blurted it out? I dunno, but for the life of me, I couldn't think of a reply to that, except maybe, "That's nice." or "Wow, interesting priorities you've got there." Any suggestions?
Anyway, half an hour after him...
SC: An older guy, maybe in his late 50s, again wearing a baseball cap. A coincidence?
SC: *leer* Are you a natural blonde?
Me: *without thinking* Yeah, are you a natural brunnette?
I totally winced inside as soon as I said that, realising that I'd just left myself wide open to all sorts of comments... 'Wanna find out?' etc.
Instead...
SC: Oh, yeah, but you know, when I was younger, I was blonde...
And without warning, morphs from Old Perv into one of those old guys who go on for five minutes about their glory days.
I know that these aren't bad, but seriously, I seem to get more of this type than usual on Sundays. Why Sundays?! Why?!
Me: Little blonde liquor store gal
SC: Not sucky, just apparently a little too prone to sharing personal information. A guy in his 20s with a baseball cap.
SC: *comes out of big cooler, sets down pack of beer*
Me: Hi, how're you today?
SC: You know, I really want to get a job here, just so I can watch the girls come out of that cooler all day with their nipples showing.
Me: ...
Awkward silence. SC hands me his debit card.
Me: Paying with debit? Okay, that's $14.15. So, do you need a bag?
SC: No, thanks.
Transaction continues as normal, except for the air of awkwardness. I guess he just randomly blurted it out? I dunno, but for the life of me, I couldn't think of a reply to that, except maybe, "That's nice." or "Wow, interesting priorities you've got there." Any suggestions?
Anyway, half an hour after him...
SC: An older guy, maybe in his late 50s, again wearing a baseball cap. A coincidence?
SC: *leer* Are you a natural blonde?
Me: *without thinking* Yeah, are you a natural brunnette?
I totally winced inside as soon as I said that, realising that I'd just left myself wide open to all sorts of comments... 'Wanna find out?' etc.
Instead...
SC: Oh, yeah, but you know, when I was younger, I was blonde...
And without warning, morphs from Old Perv into one of those old guys who go on for five minutes about their glory days.
I know that these aren't bad, but seriously, I seem to get more of this type than usual on Sundays. Why Sundays?! Why?!


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I'll save that to use later. Anyway, thanks for the welcome etc. everyone!




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