You may not believe this, but in the early days of my "civilization" I tended towards the hippy type. It was easy; long hair, funny eating habits, odd fashion choices. I even popped up at a Rainbow Gathering and fit in beautifully.
But, in the intervening years, I've adopted more of the behaviors of the boring middle class. And, I have lived in the south long enough that I have developed and expectation of a certain level of manners and behavior in public.
All this is the back story for tonight's gripe.
At the grocery store I frequent, there is a cashier I really dislike. I am okay with disliking her. But, given my hippy tendencies, I feel a need to figure out why I dislike her. Largely, it's the cultural differences between my southern sensibilities and her rather northern approach to customer service. She is loud, abrupt, and quite often rude. Today, she yelled across several checkout aisles at me that she could take me next. In times past, she has gotten much to close to my face while insisting should bag my groceries (I like to bag my own because I group things the way it makes sense to me . . . cold items together, veggies together, etc)
Today, she approached me in the produce section and tried to insist I purchase some of the farm fresh, local corn they just got in. I was able to convincingly ignore her because I listen to my iPod in the store. But, what I couldn't ignore was the cloud of Patchouli funk following her about.
Seriously, you expect a funk like that on hippies who have been camping in the woods for the last month . . . but in the produce section, it was really too much.
She also tried to insist on bagging my groceries again today. It was quite a feat to refuse her offer while trying not to inhale deeply.
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