Thursday, September 23, 2010

Checking Out

This is embarrassing. There are quite a few checkers at my grocery store.  And they don’t tend to stay very long. I try to remember who has helped me. I try to greet them, say something that shows I remember them.  Last week I had a checker I did not recognize. As I was trying to start an introductory conversation, he said.

“I like your new haircut.”

This checker sees about 30 people an hour all day long. I only shop about once a week.  He not only recognized me, but noticed that I’d gotten my hair cut.  And I didn’t even remember seeing him. 

Maybe this kind of oversight has plagued me all my life. Maybe it explains why I’ve never been socially ept. Maybe I was having an off day.

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