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So, I don't really know what's happened to me, but I seem to have gotten all shy and wilting flower-ish. I went into Albertson's the other night to buy a gallon of milk, and tried to check out while on the phone with my mom who called on my way through the produce section. So, the Check Out Guy starts this, like, conversation while I put my mom on hold and slide my card through the thingy. Here's the dialogue:
Check Out Guy: Hey, what's that stamp you've got on your hand.
Me: Huh? Oh, that's this, um. I'm a teacher, actually, and my school hand a Christmas program this afternoon, so I went. That's the stamp that says "yay! I got in!" (into phone, "Still there? Hang on.")
Check Out Guy: Wow, cool. So, where're you a teacher?
Me: **** **** Middle School.
Check Out Guy: Is that, like, here in **** ****, or **** **** district or something?
Me: No. No, actually, it's in **** ****.
Check Out Guy: Cool.
Me: (into phone: "Can I call you back in a minute? I suck at multi-tasking, apparently. Thanks.")
Check Out Guy: *mumbles something unintelligible*
Me: I'm sorry?
Check Out Guy: Oh, nothing. I just said, you're too busy flirting with me to talk to them right now.
Me: *sputters, probably blushes* Huh?
Check Out Guy: You working tomorrow?
Me: *looks at him like he's crazy* It's Saturday.
Check Out Guy: Well, you know, some teachers work on Saturday.
Me: Yeah. If they're really dedicated. I work on Sundays. *grabs gallon of milk and receipt* Thanks a lot! Have a good night! *runs away*
Hmm, yeah. So, what's wrong with me?! At some point during the exchange, I remember thinking "Hey, he's kind of goodlooking. Wow, yeah, he is." And then at the very end, I totally heard those little creel that swim really fast in front of the whale in Finding Nemo, and they're all really high pitched squeaking, "SWIM AWAY!" So I did. *headdesk*
And he was pretty good-looking, too.
Check Out Guy: Hey, what's that stamp you've got on your hand.
Me: Huh? Oh, that's this, um. I'm a teacher, actually, and my school hand a Christmas program this afternoon, so I went. That's the stamp that says "yay! I got in!" (into phone, "Still there? Hang on.")
Check Out Guy: Wow, cool. So, where're you a teacher?
Me: **** **** Middle School.
Check Out Guy: Is that, like, here in **** ****, or **** **** district or something?
Me: No. No, actually, it's in **** ****.
Check Out Guy: Cool.
Me: (into phone: "Can I call you back in a minute? I suck at multi-tasking, apparently. Thanks.")
Check Out Guy: *mumbles something unintelligible*
Me: I'm sorry?
Check Out Guy: Oh, nothing. I just said, you're too busy flirting with me to talk to them right now.
Me: *sputters, probably blushes* Huh?
Check Out Guy: You working tomorrow?
Me: *looks at him like he's crazy* It's Saturday.
Check Out Guy: Well, you know, some teachers work on Saturday.
Me: Yeah. If they're really dedicated. I work on Sundays. *grabs gallon of milk and receipt* Thanks a lot! Have a good night! *runs away*
Hmm, yeah. So, what's wrong with me?! At some point during the exchange, I remember thinking "Hey, he's kind of goodlooking. Wow, yeah, he is." And then at the very end, I totally heard those little creel that swim really fast in front of the whale in Finding Nemo, and they're all really high pitched squeaking, "SWIM AWAY!" So I did. *headdesk*
And he was pretty good-looking, too.