I've commented before on the friendliness in the grocery stores and how the clerks strike up a conversation about my purchases. This afternoon, I had to run out to the grocery store because I was out of caffeine. Shudder.
The clerk commented on how I was buying a lot of trial sizes of toothpaste and so on. "Are you traveling sometime soon?"
In my head: I don't like to bathe much or regular sizes of things freak me out or they are for the teeny people that live in the corners of my apartment.
Real me: I am going somewhere next week
Clerk: Where? For work?
In my head: I am going to go wander the streets looking for the PopeMobile even though he isn't anywhere on this coast. What business is it of yours?
Real me: Birmingham for work.
Clerk: Good thing otherwise I would wonder if you thought bathing was overrated.
In my head: What the *&*&*
If she had said anything about my crinkle-cut french fries, I was going to have to throttle her. No, the fries aren't for Elston. I bought her carrots.
She also commented on my cloth bag that is from a winery. Great, now I have to think about the bags I bring.
Am I wrong that the clerk was intrusive? I don't mind friendly but I feel self-conscious shopping there. I hate to be judged. I guess I can always leave and share with you the monotony of my life.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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5 comments:
Sounds to me like I should move to Portland and work in a grocery store - good fit.
I never thought of it before but you are right. Actually, you would love Portland. You would have at least 5 new best friends a day!
Sounds to me like she could be hitting on you.
Emily -- what the heck were you doing in B'ham?!
I was there for an executive seminar for health science librarians at your former place of employment. I gave a presentation and stuff like that. I thought it was a really cool event.
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