Gentlemen, might I offer this advice for you: Please do not hit on a woman when she is buying feminine hygiene products. It's an uncomfortable enough time, please don't make it more uncomfortable.
Case in point. Scene: Walgreens early Thursday morning on my way to an exceptionally long day at work. In need of above mentioned products because that just makes this day even more brilliant. I get what I need an enter a very empty checkout section of the store, already feeling awkward that the cashier is male (yes, I may be 26, but things like that still make me blush), when he turns to his coworker and says, "You were right, Kathy, she IS a knockout!" He's looking directly at me, but I look around - ALL around - in hopes that someone else was the intended recipient of this message. No, no, it is indeed me. I look up at him, probably with big doe eyes, and say as firmly as I can, "Good morning. How are you?" He goes all ghetto on me, saying things like, "Oh girl, it's going to be a good day," and "You take care of yourself now, girl, you hear?" Mind you, he is mid-40s, yellowed and jagged teeth, t-shirt tucked into jeans, etc. I tried not to blush, but I'm sure I did simply out of embarrassment, but lordy, he probably thought I was diggin' his attempt at hitting on me. Of course, I immediately text Christina and Liran and proceed to tell everyone I can at my office, probably in an attempt to get it out of my brain.
Guys, don't do this. Don't be this guy. G-d help him.
Shabbat Shalom, chaverim!
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