Stooooooorrry time!!!!! I always rarely have these encounters. Normal encounters that wouldn't be so weird, I guess, if it weren't for my reaction. I mean, I'm a sociable person (well slightly awkward at times) but sometimes things just go over my head and I'm left feeling clueless and sometimes foolish. And by encounters, I mean run-ins with, you know, boys....men....the other gender.
So I'm standing in line at the grocery store. Yep. The grocery store. I'm putting my items on the belt. Lil man is making his high pitched, shrill noises and I'm trying to convince him that if he's more quiet, he can hear people's brain waves...it caught his attention for a while. So while he's pondering and listening, I'm putting the rest of the items up and out of the shopping cart.
"Excuse me, ma'am..." I hear a male voice behind me and I'm immediately annoyed at being addressed as ma'am. And when I'm perturbed I do things in slow motion. I turn around slowly, preparing my eyes for the amount of rolling I'd like to do and then I see the guy's face, and the eyes forget to roll.
"May you grab one of those little red baskets for me, please?" Oh my! He has manners. I'll let the ma'am slide this time.
"Yes, of course," I say in my phone voice. We all have that voice. The nice, polite, one octave higher (for females), and pretty voice. I kind of struggle with the baskets a little. The handles were all tangled and junks so it took a little maneuvering but of course, I pulled it off. I hand him the basket with my sweetest smile. I'm expecting a thank you at this point. This is what I get:
"Do you come here often?" and bless his heart...that smile was as endearing and charming as ever. And he had very nice teeth. And this is how I go with it....
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...." my head swings back as the boisterous roar of a laugh escapes me and rolls forward again, and I see him standing there just smiling, looking kind of confused. I realize that maybe I'm laughing way too hard for the situation and I try to get it under control.
"Oh well this is my grocery store...." I'm still giggling a bit. And he keeps talking about some other trivial things, makes one last joke which I can't remember, and tells me, "See ya around then, I hope..."
I just nod my head and let him walk off. I have not had enough experience with these kinds of things to know what I'm supposed to say or do, really. Especially when the phrase he used was something I'd only heard about and was more like urban legend. Guys really say this to girls in random places? 'Do you come here often?' I think I was stunned to the point of mind paralysis with a side of epileptic laughing. I was still musing about the ordeal when I hear the older lady in front of me say:
"He was tryin ta get yo numbah..." she chuckles, her belly rolling with her chuckles.
"What? No!! He could be a rapist...these days you just never know..." I shrug it off, smiling sheepishly. This woman had caught me in my awkward moment....how even more awkward. Yay....an audience.
"Mmmkay...it's good to be safe but you gon be lonely forevah..." she said, moving along with pity for me.
I almost responded with, "I don't see a ring on your fing-gah..." but I didn't because she was already on her way out and these days it's possible she isn't single and just living with her boyfriend who sent her out for wine, cheese, and grapes.
But yeah...I have got to work on my responses and wit. Aside from my awkward laugh, though, he was a pretty handsome looking guy. Too bad I am too much of an awkward chimpanzee to realize he was trying to get my contact info....but honestly, I don't think I would have given it anyway. Not a good idea. Total stranger and I'm sticking to the 'he might be a rapist' frame of mind
So that's ze story. I live an excitable life!
So I'm standing in line at the grocery store. Yep. The grocery store. I'm putting my items on the belt. Lil man is making his high pitched, shrill noises and I'm trying to convince him that if he's more quiet, he can hear people's brain waves...it caught his attention for a while. So while he's pondering and listening, I'm putting the rest of the items up and out of the shopping cart.
"Excuse me, ma'am..." I hear a male voice behind me and I'm immediately annoyed at being addressed as ma'am. And when I'm perturbed I do things in slow motion. I turn around slowly, preparing my eyes for the amount of rolling I'd like to do and then I see the guy's face, and the eyes forget to roll.
"May you grab one of those little red baskets for me, please?" Oh my! He has manners. I'll let the ma'am slide this time.
"Yes, of course," I say in my phone voice. We all have that voice. The nice, polite, one octave higher (for females), and pretty voice. I kind of struggle with the baskets a little. The handles were all tangled and junks so it took a little maneuvering but of course, I pulled it off. I hand him the basket with my sweetest smile. I'm expecting a thank you at this point. This is what I get:
"Do you come here often?" and bless his heart...that smile was as endearing and charming as ever. And he had very nice teeth. And this is how I go with it....
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...." my head swings back as the boisterous roar of a laugh escapes me and rolls forward again, and I see him standing there just smiling, looking kind of confused. I realize that maybe I'm laughing way too hard for the situation and I try to get it under control.
"Oh well this is my grocery store...." I'm still giggling a bit. And he keeps talking about some other trivial things, makes one last joke which I can't remember, and tells me, "See ya around then, I hope..."
I just nod my head and let him walk off. I have not had enough experience with these kinds of things to know what I'm supposed to say or do, really. Especially when the phrase he used was something I'd only heard about and was more like urban legend. Guys really say this to girls in random places? 'Do you come here often?' I think I was stunned to the point of mind paralysis with a side of epileptic laughing. I was still musing about the ordeal when I hear the older lady in front of me say:
"He was tryin ta get yo numbah..." she chuckles, her belly rolling with her chuckles.
"What? No!! He could be a rapist...these days you just never know..." I shrug it off, smiling sheepishly. This woman had caught me in my awkward moment....how even more awkward. Yay....an audience.
"Mmmkay...it's good to be safe but you gon be lonely forevah..." she said, moving along with pity for me.
I almost responded with, "I don't see a ring on your fing-gah..." but I didn't because she was already on her way out and these days it's possible she isn't single and just living with her boyfriend who sent her out for wine, cheese, and grapes.
But yeah...I have got to work on my responses and wit. Aside from my awkward laugh, though, he was a pretty handsome looking guy. Too bad I am too much of an awkward chimpanzee to realize he was trying to get my contact info....but honestly, I don't think I would have given it anyway. Not a good idea. Total stranger and I'm sticking to the 'he might be a rapist' frame of mind
So that's ze story. I live an excitable life!
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