Meanwhile, at the Exchange Counter...
Jan. 9th, 2011 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_slinkyWent to the Mall today to exchange some Christmas Pants at JC Penny, they were kind of busy. The salesgirl was having a bit of trouble processing the return and we were waiting for a manager to come and work some magic on the register, and she decided to start up some Small Talk.
She must have mistaken me for an average red-blooded American male, as she decided to ask "So didja catch any of The Game before you came in today? What was the score?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I don't follow any of the antics of our local sporting squadrons" said I.
And there was SILENCE.
The salesgirl, her manager, the customers around us, the crying baby over in Housewares... SILENCE as everybody turned to look at me.
Old ladies clutched their purses, mothers held their children a bit closer and Priests mumbled hushed prayers of salvation for my sinner-soul.
Then the Manager, a young woman who must have been all of 19 years, smiled a bit along with a giggle as she said "Sporting Squadron... *niiiice*!" and gave me my newly loaded Gift Card.
I'm not sure what she meant. Did she mean "Dude, I'm so there with you I could care less about Sports and I am so going to use the Sporting Squadron line", or did she notice my Spider-Man T-Shirt and think "Neeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrd!"
Either way, I'm happy because I'll be the memorable customer that she tells people about tonight :)
She must have mistaken me for an average red-blooded American male, as she decided to ask "So didja catch any of The Game before you came in today? What was the score?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I don't follow any of the antics of our local sporting squadrons" said I.
And there was SILENCE.
The salesgirl, her manager, the customers around us, the crying baby over in Housewares... SILENCE as everybody turned to look at me.
Old ladies clutched their purses, mothers held their children a bit closer and Priests mumbled hushed prayers of salvation for my sinner-soul.
Then the Manager, a young woman who must have been all of 19 years, smiled a bit along with a giggle as she said "Sporting Squadron... *niiiice*!" and gave me my newly loaded Gift Card.
I'm not sure what she meant. Did she mean "Dude, I'm so there with you I could care less about Sports and I am so going to use the Sporting Squadron line", or did she notice my Spider-Man T-Shirt and think "Neeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrd!"
Either way, I'm happy because I'll be the memorable customer that she tells people about tonight :)
