I like to talk. I visit with all my customers. It's just how I am. I am not a flirter. I don't speak with any sort of sexual innuendos. I'm not interested in that. I'd never do that to Tim. I don't believe in it. A hundred different reasons. I'm just friendly, and I like to talk. So yesterday, I'm at the store. I'm not feeling well, but I'm there, because we don't have extra staff to be filling in the spaces when someone's sick. A regular customer comes in, but I've got a line, and so Ike hops on the other register and begins to wait on customers too, bless his heart. I finally catch up, and the regular customer is standing next to me and Ike's waiting on him. So, I said, "Well! Way to hurt my feelings, there. You can't wait just for a minute to me to catch up....noooooo....you defect to Ike's line."
You know. Just horsing around.
And the guy leans over close and tell me that I need to pipe down or he'd turn me over his knee and give me a good spanking.
I wasn't sure quite how to respond. I mean, our conversations have never gone in that direction before, and he was really quite 'in my space'. Usually, we have a counter between us. So I must have stood there stupidly long enough for him to either think that I hadn't heard him, or that perhaps (God forbid) I was titillated at the thought of it. So he repeated himself.
A regular customer.
I looked at him, and said, very carefully, "No. I don't think so. That's a good way for someone to get hurt. Namely, you."
He said, "You wouldn't like that, then?"
I said, "No. I would not."
Why does it have to be like that? I was really disappointed.