This is an e-mail I sent to my friend this morning. It just sort of qualifies how my day started (and how it continues). It’s not a rant, and not intended to be.
Ok, I got to this place at 6:21. Why so darn early? Because I have to go BACK to the dentist today 'cause something ain’t right in there.
Anyway, I left my apartment and went to the convenience store to get a diet coke, pack of cigarettes and a power bar for lunch (again, since I have to leave early, but have a gazillion things that need to get done). The clerk at the convenience store is one who’s usually there early in the day if I have to go get something before work. Don’t think anything of it - “Hi, how are you” “Busy” “You’re always busy and in a rush.” duh. On one visit about 2 months ago he asked if I was married. Do you see where this is going yet? Nah…
He’s pleasant enough, I suppose. Not that I’ve talked to him beyond the usual clerk/customer thing, but looks to be about 35, receding hairline, from somewhere middle eastern/india/pakistan/egypt something (I’m not worried enough about it to ask, truly). And before you ask why I know what he looks like…well, I’ve been going to this convenience store since I moved to Atlanta and he’s been there all that time.
Anyway, I take my stuff to the counter and he starts ringing it up, then tells me that the power bar is his gift to me. I said, no, no, but he insisted. Fine, whatever. I said thanks.
So I picked up my stuff and said “thanks, have a good day”. His response? “Thank you. I love you.”
HOLY CRAP. love me? He doesn’t know me. And I’m not interested. Crap crap crap crap crap. I have to avoid that convenience store for the rest of my tenure in Atlanta. Seriously. I cannot step foot back inside there. Guess it becomes the Chevron across the street from this one (that’s where I buy gas anyway).
I should have bought tampons. snicker