There is a grocery store I go to in between big shopping trips. It's close by, and I can get in and out of there fairly quickly. There is a cashier there who I really didn't appreciate at first. I didn't like how he commented on my purchases loud enough for the store to hear. I tend to keep to myself and my business, so when others don't have the same social boundaries or inhibitions, it can take me off guard until I know what to expect. One of my favorite interactions with this guy went as follows:
Guy: Okay, that'll be $9.11.
Guy: Whoa. That's awkward. (lowering his volume) Yeah. Wow. This is really awkward.
Guy: Yeah. 9-11. (avoiding eye contact) Phew! This is really awkward.
Me: Hmph. (handing him my money and thinking...yeah, it's getting awkward alright.)
Me again: Okay, thanks. Bye.
So I went home, after giggling about it in my car, and related the story to Jake.
Every time I go to this store, if he's working, I end up in this guy's line. Once I wondered if I had the energy to have him ring me up, so I gravitated toward another line. But there he was, practically jumping up and down, waving his arms to get me over to his conveyer belt. I've now reached a point where I go to his line just to see what he'll say next. I look forward to it. My last interaction for example:
After explaining to me why he preferred 2% milk (something about how he doesn't eat much and he's pretty skinny so he can go for the 2%)...
Guy: Is it okay if I put this (spaghetti sauce jar) in with this (bananas)?
Me: I'd actually prefer if you didn't so the bananas don't get bruised.
Guy: (only slightly quieter) Fine, I'll waste another bag.
So I grinned and offered to go without a bag for the milk to make up for it.
Even though he's not winning any prizes for politeness, I can't help but like him.