Ever wonder if store clerks are judging you by what you buy? They probably don't; it would be hard to really pay attention to that many people when you see so many customers every day. Still, sometimes I'm not so sure.
It could be all in my head, but when I get up to the register there are times I swear the cashier is eyeing me. Yesterday, for example, I placed my items on the conveyor belt at Target and all of sudden started sweating bullets; I bought two very loose-fitting, pajama-type shirts and a pint of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream. Great. All I could think of was what the cashier could be thinking:
"Is she going through a break-up?"
"Did a family member/pet just die?"
"Has she realized she'll never find love?"
"Will it push her over the edge if I suggest the Two-For-One deal on Kleenex in Aisle 4?"
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm the only person who thinks these things. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe the register-lady never gave me a second thought. Maybe.
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2 comments:
We judge. Oh how we judge. Love the blog btw.
Thanks. I just saw the caricatures and wasn't impressed until I saw what they were reactions to. Then I laughed so hard I was reduced to a small lump in a puddle of my own tears. In a good way. WELL DONE.
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