so... I never talk about the events of my day on this thing, but today I'm gonna make an exception, cause it's a funny/weird story.
So, I'm ready to check out at randall's. I spot the express lane and go to stand in back. The guy in front of me (early twentiesishm, not goodlooking, but not bad either) gives me a friendly smile, so I give a half smile back.
Big mistake.
"Star Wars III. It's gonna be great."
I look around slightly and quickly, thinking that maybe there was a magazine with anakin on the cover or something to remind him of it. But no... apparently he's just really happy about star wars coming out and needed a conversation starter.
"yeah."
"Have you seen the..." (names some random star wars geeky cartoon thing)
"no."
"Well, you know, it's great. Cause Lucas did IT too. So you know, it's... coherent and everything."
"cool." (maybe if I stick to one-worded answers he'll go away or stop talking).
"You know," (apparently not) "there's just so much more you can do with animation that you can't do on the screen. I think that might make it EVEN BETTER than the movie."
Does he think that I care? "true."
He decides to take a different approach.
"Are you shopping for your mom?"
"no." I'm shopping for myself. I only buy myself my own shit cause if I tell someone else to get it at the grocery store they screw it up and get the wrong thing.
"oooo, you're shopping for your own place?"
"no." I'll leave it at that. Maybe he'll assume that I'm living with a boyfriend or something.
"You know, IIIII've got my own place."
"cool."
"It's EXPENSIVE. That's why all I'm buying is coke." He looks at my groceries. "I can't get soy milk, I spend all my money on my place."
"oh."
"Or flowers, like the ones they have over there. I like flowers." wtf, mate? "I think everyone should have flowers in their place." What guy says that?!?!?
"agreed."
"But I can't get flowers."
ok, maybe if the one worded responses aren't working, something else will shut him up. "You could grow your own flowers."
"yeah. But where would I get the seeds?" Go buy some for like $.50, dumbass. "And I don't have anyone to take care of them..." Gives me that weird/creepy look.
ok, this is getting WAY too weird.
"That sucks."
"Do you have your randall's card with you?" Thank god, the cashier saved me.
"yeah, here you go. You don't have to put my coke in a bag." no duh!
turns to me "well..."
very quickly, "bye."
"Right, bye."
I decide to spend a couple more minutes in the store, just looking around, to make sure he's left. By the time I leave, he already has, thank god.
Is there some sign on me or something that says, "Extreme weirdos please talk to me?" At least the weirdo who kept hitting on me because he thought I was katie doesn't work there anymore.
I should find a different grocery store. |