In my last post I brought up the issue of whether I ever felt I could trust that young woman who used to work at that grocery store I still patronize. I said she sowed so much mistrust and bad feelings with her tendency to play cruel games that I found it hard to believe that she'd come around. I said I stood prepared to just let the whole matter go and get on with my life.
Last night I patronized a night spot I go to sometimes on Sunday night. I asked the very attractive female bartender for five ones for a five. I saw her open the register, get some bills out, and count out what looked like six bills to me. She handed me the money, and I saw that she had made a mistake. She had given me a five and five ones, instead of the five ones for my five. I gave her back the five, and she said, "Oh! I thought you said a five and five ones." I said, "Wow, you must really trust me!" She gave a snarky little laugh that almost sounded like a goat,"'Ma-ha-ha-ha.'" I saw some male customers kind of react to our exchange, as if some point were made by her.
Okay. I can see going into that business where maybe that girl who used to work at the grocery store may have a sister as an employee, finagling some way I can talk to the "sister," and saying something like, "You look familiar..." But geez, if I'm the one carrying this one all the way through to the home stretch, all by my lonesome, it could take some time. I'm not kidding. The "sister," because of the nature of her job at this retail establishment, is not that accessible. I write this because transparency seems to be the order of the day in my deal, if it even still exists, with this young woman I've come to really care for over these almost four years.
Last night I patronized a night spot I go to sometimes on Sunday night. I asked the very attractive female bartender for five ones for a five. I saw her open the register, get some bills out, and count out what looked like six bills to me. She handed me the money, and I saw that she had made a mistake. She had given me a five and five ones, instead of the five ones for my five. I gave her back the five, and she said, "Oh! I thought you said a five and five ones." I said, "Wow, you must really trust me!" She gave a snarky little laugh that almost sounded like a goat,"'Ma-ha-ha-ha.'" I saw some male customers kind of react to our exchange, as if some point were made by her.
Okay. I can see going into that business where maybe that girl who used to work at the grocery store may have a sister as an employee, finagling some way I can talk to the "sister," and saying something like, "You look familiar..." But geez, if I'm the one carrying this one all the way through to the home stretch, all by my lonesome, it could take some time. I'm not kidding. The "sister," because of the nature of her job at this retail establishment, is not that accessible. I write this because transparency seems to be the order of the day in my deal, if it even still exists, with this young woman I've come to really care for over these almost four years.
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