Hair Helmet Seductive Cashier
At my grocery store there is this awesome cashier with the most perfect of helmet hair. Not a gray hair out of place. Not a one. Her nails are well manicured and she is sweet and kind. And very tiny. She probably eats tiny little squares of food. Square meals. Literally.
So imagine how she felt after today’s conversation:
Cashier: Isn’t it nice that it’s less humid today?
Me: I know! I hate that humidity! It makes me feel like I can’t breathe – so claustrophobic!
Cashier: Oh! I’m so claustrophobic! You’re right! That’s how it feels! Have you ever had an MRI? I could never have one!
Me: I have. But I’m okay with that because they usually have air blowing across your face.
Cashier: You didn’t have to be seduced?
Cashier: Oh dear!
And then we both cracked up. So did the elderly bagger. We couldn’t stop. The woman who was standing in line behind me with just a few items moved to another line. We kept on laughing.
Me: You mean, sedated? Because it would be pretty hard to have a couple of people in an MRI. Talk about your claustrophobia!
God! I’m still laughing!
Bonus to this entry. On the drive home, after I’d called Flower (I’m dropping the extra “e”) and told her the tale of the seduced cashier, I thought to myself…
If I’d had a girl, I’d have named her “Berdiece” and then when people asked if I’d said “Berniece,” I’d say, “No. It’s Berdiece. Berniece with a cold.”
I know. I have no idea where that came from either. I wonder if it has something to do with the coming back of my hair.
Don’t you wish you were me?