I was standing in line to check out when I noticed two teen boys were working the register. They were about my age at the time. Like most teens, they were joking and carrying on while they worked. Most people ignored them, and some laughed. They weren’t being ridiculous with their laughter; besides, I had been on shifts where you just needed some laughter. I couldn’t blame them.
There were two people in front of me, the boys were turning out costumers quickly despite goofing off. I’m not sure what it was, but the closer I got, the more annoyed I became. I couldn’t actually hear what they were saying but the way one of the them held himself, I could tell, I was going to have a problem.
I was next in line; the boys were ringing up an elderly lady. I could now hear the boys conversation. The one doing the bagging was joking around but it was almost the type of joking around that was cut downs disguised as a joke. I cannot stand that.
The boy hit on the elderly woman, told her she was pretty and asked for a date, which she loved. I just let it go. It made her day. She picked up her bags and left. I caught a glimpse of cashier as he rang my belongings through; I could tell he thought the other guy was going to far with the jokes. I can’t remember what his friend said to me at first, but I politely smiled and watched as my groceries were being scanned. When he saw that I wasn’t going to bite, he turned his attention to the cashier.
They did some funny banter back and forth, but it was beginning to become silly schoolboy humor. I could feel my eye start to twitch. The cashier was also trying to see his way out of the conversation but to no avail. The bagger was now commenting on how hot he was. Then he went into how smart he was, dang near a genius, if you asked him. The cashier laughed through the uncomfortable conversation.
The thought crossed my mind that someone should put this guy in his place; he was making people or at least the cashier and me uncomfortable. Before I could finish my thought, this guy started singing. I can’t remember what he belted out; it was just a verse. I was baffled as to how we went from him being the best thing since sliced bread to him being the lead role in a musical, but there we were.
Why did I even go out? Just curious, does anyone else have this much trouble when you go out into public or is it just me?
The cashier was just as surprised as I was, but he was nice about it.
“Wow,” the cashier said, “That was really good.”
It was. I can’t say that it wasn’t. Without missing a beat, the guy turned around with a smile, “Yeah dude, I’m pretty good. I’ve been practicing. Hooked on Phonics works for me!”
I felt my jaw drop. What does that have to do with anything--
I looked up just in time to see him nod towards me and smile. He just knew he had impressed me.
Yeah, okay Romeo, you might want to look at those lessons plans again, singing isn’t in them.
There were two people in front of me, the boys were turning out costumers quickly despite goofing off. I’m not sure what it was, but the closer I got, the more annoyed I became. I couldn’t actually hear what they were saying but the way one of the them held himself, I could tell, I was going to have a problem.
I was next in line; the boys were ringing up an elderly lady. I could now hear the boys conversation. The one doing the bagging was joking around but it was almost the type of joking around that was cut downs disguised as a joke. I cannot stand that.
The boy hit on the elderly woman, told her she was pretty and asked for a date, which she loved. I just let it go. It made her day. She picked up her bags and left. I caught a glimpse of cashier as he rang my belongings through; I could tell he thought the other guy was going to far with the jokes. I can’t remember what his friend said to me at first, but I politely smiled and watched as my groceries were being scanned. When he saw that I wasn’t going to bite, he turned his attention to the cashier.
They did some funny banter back and forth, but it was beginning to become silly schoolboy humor. I could feel my eye start to twitch. The cashier was also trying to see his way out of the conversation but to no avail. The bagger was now commenting on how hot he was. Then he went into how smart he was, dang near a genius, if you asked him. The cashier laughed through the uncomfortable conversation.
The thought crossed my mind that someone should put this guy in his place; he was making people or at least the cashier and me uncomfortable. Before I could finish my thought, this guy started singing. I can’t remember what he belted out; it was just a verse. I was baffled as to how we went from him being the best thing since sliced bread to him being the lead role in a musical, but there we were.
Why did I even go out? Just curious, does anyone else have this much trouble when you go out into public or is it just me?
The cashier was just as surprised as I was, but he was nice about it.
“Wow,” the cashier said, “That was really good.”
It was. I can’t say that it wasn’t. Without missing a beat, the guy turned around with a smile, “Yeah dude, I’m pretty good. I’ve been practicing. Hooked on Phonics works for me!”
I felt my jaw drop. What does that have to do with anything--
I looked up just in time to see him nod towards me and smile. He just knew he had impressed me.
Yeah, okay Romeo, you might want to look at those lessons plans again, singing isn’t in them.
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