How old would you think she was? And what kind of job would you think she had?
Apparently, the answers are neither "30" nor "lawyer."
So yeah, earlier this week, I had this experience. I went to go get lunch -- and paid with exact change, from my pocket. Clearly, I must have looked my youngest, poorest, and most forlorn, because the cashier, seemingly feeling sorry for me, threw me a giant chocolate chip cookie while I was waiting for my to-go order.
On second thought, maybe he recognized me because I pick up lunch or dinner from this establishment at least once a week.
Still, it makes me wonder -- exactly what kind of vibe do I give off?
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Lunchtime random behavior
Picture this: Lunchtime, recently. A smallish girl with dark hair in a ponytail walks into a neighborhood eatery wearing jeans, black Converse sneakers, a gray zip-front hooded sweatshirt, and this t-shirt: