And speaking of checkout girls.....
at Christmas time there, I visited my local asda to pick up a bottle of Kahlua, being a new convert to dudeism as I was I fancied a white russian or two over the festive season. I never pay for alcohol at the self service checkouts as, despite being 32, I still often get asked for ID (although worryingly, not for a while). I waited in line at the checkout for a bit, then the lady in front of me noticed I only had a bottle of Kahlua on me and offered to let me go ahead.

As this lady had already loaded a massive pile of shopping onto the conveyor, I thought I'd better let the checkout girl know I was next. She was busy waiting for the previous customer to find her purse, and as she turned round I said "That lady says it's ok if I go next....."

"Naw!" she said, and giggled. That made me giggle. Nervously, I might add. She looked round at her customer who was now on the verge of sending a team of dogs in to her bag to find her long lost purse. She slanted a glance back at me and pulled a face, then stuck her tongue out at me and giggled.

While she was staring at this woman's gargantuan effort to find the mythical lost purse of legend, I unconsciously started smiling the biggest cheesy grin my face could manage, as I realised she was casually flirting with me. She turned and caught my grin, and returned it. There then followed a lot of sideways glances and smiling and giggling.

I paid for my Kahlua and walked off. It's just not like the movies in real life, is it?
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sat 20 Feb 2010, 15:08, Reply)