So, today was odd at work.
On two separate occasions, I put my hand across my till in order to take a basket of items when the customer assumes that I’m reaching out to shake their hand in a greeting.
The first time it happened, the two guys looked at me a bit oddly, and one said “I thought you were going to shake his hand, and then I would have said it was amazing customer service” and then we all laughed it off.
But the second time?
The customer actually took my hand and shook it, when I had to awkwardly tell him that I was actually trying to take his shopping so I could scan it through. It was then that this guy (admittedly, very attractive) turned on the charm and flirted with me harder than I have ever been flirted with before. Telling me that he was shocked that a beautiful girl was introducing herself to him was very nearly laughable, but I just about coped. It was undeniably lovely, and I turned a shade somewhere between my lipstick and my hair, which is impressive if you consult the following photograph:
So Handsome American, if you happen to find this blog, thank you for brightening my day, and in fact my week. It was much appreciated.