I once was buying an energy drink in the absurdly early morning on my way to work. In the pursuit of doing so, I stopped at a convenience store I had never visited before. I ended up the second customer in a line of two; the first was very visibly on … Something. Not in his right mind, is the point. He turned around and greeted me as the cashier scanned his items; I nodded and said hello, then made no effort to further the conversation.
After a surprisingly long pause during which I both suspected and hoped he had forgotten I was there, he refocused on me and said “HEY. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
As I had done so, I was trying to figure out the least provocative way to respond. A moment later, the cashier said something - I don’t remember the exact words, but in essence it was a very calm “don’t bother customers in my store.” She didn’t yell or threaten, but the other customer immediately backed off. I was pretty impressed, to be honest.
Much as I was grateful for that cashier’s intervention, I never went back to that store.
It’s one thing to get a little tongue-tied. But if someone says “e ga thebythin” to me, I’m calling the authorities. All of them…
I worked in retail in drug filled neighborhoods.
Customer: “e ga thebythin”
Me: “Haha you know it. Have a nice day.”
I once was buying an energy drink in the absurdly early morning on my way to work. In the pursuit of doing so, I stopped at a convenience store I had never visited before. I ended up the second customer in a line of two; the first was very visibly on … Something. Not in his right mind, is the point. He turned around and greeted me as the cashier scanned his items; I nodded and said hello, then made no effort to further the conversation.
After a surprisingly long pause during which I both suspected and hoped he had forgotten I was there, he refocused on me and said “HEY. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
As I had done so, I was trying to figure out the least provocative way to respond. A moment later, the cashier said something - I don’t remember the exact words, but in essence it was a very calm “don’t bother customers in my store.” She didn’t yell or threaten, but the other customer immediately backed off. I was pretty impressed, to be honest.
Much as I was grateful for that cashier’s intervention, I never went back to that store.
I told a customer I loved her when she left once. I will Never not think about that during every social interaction ever
Maybe it made her day and she thinks about it with a little laugh and a smile from now on. Love is in too short supply in this world. :p
I’m pretty sure she thinks I have a mental disorder… well the wrong one
An ambulance would probably help since it sounds like a stroke