Don’t Feed the…

4 don't feed

Truth be told, even though it was a rather odd exchange, it was probably the highlight of my day. I wish I could have captured her face in that moment. It was as if she did not know how to react in the slightest. I mean, I personally have never worked in a convenient store or market, but I don’t think it is everyday that one of your customers offers you… well anything I suppose, but especially not something they are there to buy. You are there to serve a single purpose, take their money, and get them out of the store so you can take the next customer’s money, and the cycle repeats. I offered some of my food mostly as a joke, but when she accepted, I was more than happy to oblige. I’m sure there are also rules against it as well, because she kept looking around to see if anyone was watching before she indulged on that gloriously golden brown potato segment.

I don’t know. It’s not about being virtuous or noble, but it did make me feel good about myself in a very, very odd way. I try to look at it from her perspective. Your job fucking sucks. You don’t get a lunch break for another 4 hours(which I found a bit unsettling. What normal human eats lunch at fucking 5:00?!). You are feeling pretty hungry, but you have to wait it out. Here comes some skeezy ass looking skinny guy that is covered in piercings with an awfully unkempt beard, looking like he hasn’t slept a full night in three days because he probably hasn’t, and out of every jackass in this cesspit of capitalist dogma, he actually offers you something… Something that has never happened to you before since you started working here. Wow, what a nice guy.”

what a nice guy…

I suppose that is what I strive for. I didn’t do much of anything. I didn’t change the world. But you know, one random stranger that I will more than likely never encounter again thinks I’m a nice guy, and I find a strange solace in that.

God damn, I truly overthink every decision I make, and everyyyy aspect of my life. It’s a curse. Potato wedges are tasty, and should be shared with others. Let’s just leave it at that.

Kickin’ it old school tonight. Really takes me back. 🙂

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