Summer 2012 goal is to START THIS SHIT UP AGAIN. I'm gonna start pretending that people wanna hear about EVERY MUNDANE DETAIL OF MY LIFE and WRITE IT ALL DOWN.
This summer I tried my darndest to get a job in my field of study but turns out I was just born to sling rocks at a landscaping yard. I'm tuff all over.
To kick off my 1,000th promise to start blogging more, here are a few highlights of being hit on at work in a series I like to call:
PICK UP LINE NOT REALLY PUT DOWNS.
It seems I've lost my witty, calloused touch. Turns out I'm actually a nice person.
Tale #1: A young man comes in and his debit card is giving him trouble. Being an experienced technologist, I tell him my special trick of wrapping the debit card in receipt paper, and when I swipe it it magically works. I send him on his way.
HOWEVER
He comes back ten minutes later. He needs to get a refund as we were out of stock on an item he wanted. No matter, I tell him he can try to swipe his card again or I can do the receipt paper trick.
He contemplates my offer and says, "Nah, we better wrap it."
There is a short, yet noticeable pause in our interactions with each other, and he states again, "Better just be safe and wrap it up."
I look him in the eye and say "Yeah... I was gonna make that joke too but I didn't think it would be appropriate."
OH BUT WHEN CUSTOMERS DO IT ITS OKAY.
This was an exciting day though, because the only men that hit on me are old men. Without fail, if I don't get a comment from an old man at work I'll get one at the grocery store or in a parking lot somewhere. I guess I just have that old world charm, what with my large septum ring and all.
I pretty much have an old man fan club in this city. I asked Matt if he'd like to join and gain the title of Youngest Fan Club Member. He'll probably have to contemplate that one though because I'm sure the weekly meetings would be all shuffle board and trying to remember my name.
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