I know that I have a personal aversion to physical contact when it comes to strangers (and in come cases, even friends). But why did someone feel the need to almost yank me across the counter and kiss my cheek? I wasn't being particularly nice. I was doing my typical song and dance routine behind the counter consisting of friendly-ish banter and bumbling around making drinks. I made small talk about his name and it's origin saying how I had family of similar descent so the name wasn't entirely too weird. Was this reason enough to feel the need to invade my personal space? What if I was a person with OCD who couldn't take being touched? I know I seem like I'm over reacting, but jeez, I like having my personal space without feeling like I have to sacrifice it for someone else to be happy.
And speaking of weird customers, someone tried to chat me up. Talked about Augusta and how I dislike it. Talked about where I had moved from (Milledgeville) and how he was from the same general area (Macon). Basic small talk. He then starts getting into the whole, "So you seeing anyone?" schtick. at that point I'm mentally going, "Oh, hell, here we go. Where's someone I can use for five minutes?"
I tell him I'm not interested in dating anyone. Note that I emphasized the not dating part of that sentence. He continues to carry on. I wind up repeating the words "not interested" by themselves four more times. I had never been so glad for another customer to walk up than I was at that point. He steps away and takes a seat at a table closest to the bar, where I can ignore him. Once I'm through with the line that had formed, he proceeds to insist that I need to start dating someone before asking me for my number. He insists that I should give it to him after I tell him that I don't give out my number. Namely to him. Jackass. I wind up going up to one of the guys who work on the front end of my store and I proceeded to ask, "Can I use you the next time some creepy old geezer tries to chat me up?"
With the answer of yes coming from the guy in question, I wound up feeling a little bit better. Still, buh.
And so I have to ask once more, what is up with people?
And speaking of weird customers, someone tried to chat me up. Talked about Augusta and how I dislike it. Talked about where I had moved from (Milledgeville) and how he was from the same general area (Macon). Basic small talk. He then starts getting into the whole, "So you seeing anyone?" schtick. at that point I'm mentally going, "Oh, hell, here we go. Where's someone I can use for five minutes?"
I tell him I'm not interested in dating anyone. Note that I emphasized the not dating part of that sentence. He continues to carry on. I wind up repeating the words "not interested" by themselves four more times. I had never been so glad for another customer to walk up than I was at that point. He steps away and takes a seat at a table closest to the bar, where I can ignore him. Once I'm through with the line that had formed, he proceeds to insist that I need to start dating someone before asking me for my number. He insists that I should give it to him after I tell him that I don't give out my number. Namely to him. Jackass. I wind up going up to one of the guys who work on the front end of my store and I proceeded to ask, "Can I use you the next time some creepy old geezer tries to chat me up?"
With the answer of yes coming from the guy in question, I wound up feeling a little bit better. Still, buh.
And so I have to ask once more, what is up with people?
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