Okay, so I've had Kroger stories I've shared here before.
There was the Heiners Bread Guy, the Meat guy, the Frozen Foods guy, and now I can add to it, the check-out *BOY*
I do not understand this.
Because I am all about the understated sort of beauty which goes with sitting on my butt a lot of time time, not exercising, and loving to eat. Add to that no make-up half the time and hair, though a pretty shade of red, not combed and properly maintained in a becoming manner.
My best features are my brain and my heart, and can these people at Kroger really *know* these features so well when they spend so little time with me?
Perhaps.
Still.
Maybe it's *THEM*. Do they think I will tip them if they compliment me, and thinly veiled sexual innuendos are the best they can do?
Take for instance this morning.
And let me set the scene for you.
Me: just coming up from a horrible bout of the stomach flu. I go to Kroger with clothes picked up from the floor and worn carelessly on my person. Bra: yes-no padding. Deodorant: yes. Socks: yes. So, I have that going for me. Make-up: no. Hairbrush: no. jewelry other than requisite wedding ring: no.
I go through the 20 item or less, and 'Chance' is the cashier. Chance is maybe nineteen. Or he could be seventeen. I don't know. He's young. Very young, but he has a gleam in his eye. I say something about, "Thanks for checking me out."
I say this completely innocently.
He continues to ring up my cat food, dog food, and baby diapers (baby diapers-for a baby shower I'm attending).
Then it hits me what I said. Haha! So I say, "I didn't mean that about checking me out."
And he says, "Yeah. I caught that."
Me: I guess I should have said, 'Thanks for checking my groceries out.'
Chance: Yes, they're worth checking out, too.
Me: (beginning to bag my own groceries. Trying to decide what the heck this kid could mean. The theme song from 'The Graduate' begins to play in my head. Now the word 'groceries' sounds dirty. Finally, I say,) Haha. You're so funny. I could get in trouble for those kinds of things.
I put my groceries in my cart and leave.
Am I the problem? I don't THINK I'm a pervert, but maybe I am. Maybe I've read too many of the books I write. I DO NOT THINK THAT EVERY GUY IS HITTING ON ME. What is it about Kroger that this continues to happen? Is it because I'm there so often?
But, honestly, why would that little kid say that to me, someone old enough to be his mom? It's sick. I tell you. I've a good a mind to go back in there and wash his mouth out with soap.
In honor of my confusion, I share this clip from a show I used to watch a long time ago.
7 comments:
Nasty Girl. Jennifer...ms. Johnson if your nasty hehehe
hehehehe! Now I've got THAT song in my head. What the heck, though. Does that stuff happen to you, Leona? (Other than your laugh story, I mean)
I think that kid checked out my groceries the other day. He was very friendly but that was it. Course I got 25 years on you. I don't miss this kind of stuff.
However, I did have a raunchy encounter many years ago at Kroger that left me shocked and ticked off, but from a another customer.
Missed seeing you this morning at church. Was going out yesterday to the store too much for you, by any Chance?
Probably going to Kroger the second time, doing Tai Chi, meeting the Independent Catholics, and cleaning the bedroom. So, I'm staying in pajamas and staying in. I hope Chance doesn't get the stomach bug.
It's a curse. I could probably turn something like "paper or plastic?" into something dirty. Sounds to me like a new book idea... "The Accidental Cougar"
I know I'm a little late to this convo, but wanted to add my 2 cents. I was brought up right, by a mother who taught me to be nice to people, smile at strangers, etc. However, due to many unpleasant interactions in the past (and presumably to come in the future), I've had to dial this back quite a bit. I no longer look people in the eye and smile when we pass on the street or in the hallway. This especially stinks because it was one of the things I missed while living in Baltimore, that nasty dirty city where people are mean and say nasty dirty things to each other in passing on the street.
My dear sweet mother who raised me so well says that people wonder why middle aged women are so witchy (except substitute one of those letters). You might have an eye contact problem too! My dear sweet hub makes eye contact with anyone and everyone he sees and you know what it gets him? Conversations with the most insane people on the planet. I'm always telling him, you have to stop looking at people and smiling. Maybe you all have this in common since you're so nice too! Me, I'm trying to take my mama's more recent advice. :)
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