The other day, this scrawny lil' dude comes in to the customer service desk. He's kinda chatty--it's also the full moon.
I take care of his return, and he goes on his lil' way. Soon, he's back, and asks me if I can "take this here?" Sure, dude. You betcha.
As I'm scanning his stuff, my manager asks me a question, I answer it..and I continue scanning his stuff. Before I can tell him his total, he says, "You look like you could get a little mean." He's grinning.
I respond, "I'm a woman. OF COURSE I can get mean! Don't you know that about women by now?"
He says, "Well, yeah." *winks* "But I like my women a little on the mean side."
What bothers me the most is that, yet again, this kind of weirdness finds me (does that line really work for him?) and I just roll with it. I don't start to think how absolutely bizarre that was, until about 20 minutes later when someone asks me if there's a full moon.
I am afraid.
