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WARNING - This entry contains excessive quantities of narcissism.
Today at work:
It's raining outside. I'm bored to death at the till, trying to amuse myself by switching channels on the stereo when a guy walks in. He's in uniform. It says SECURITY on his fluorescent waterproof jacket.
GuyInFluorescentYellow: I asked this other person at the store to keep some books aside for me on the military.
Me: Military what? Books? Kits? [Silly me, I was so lost]
GIFY (Giving me weird look): Yeah books.
Me: oh Alright I'll ask the manager.
..after a couple of minutes:
Me: Did you get hold of the books you wanted?
GIFY: Yeah.
GIFY rummages through the books.
GIFY: Did you know you're so very beautiful?
Me: HAH! Really? Thanks!
GIFY: Yeah.
..after a few more minutes
GIFY: Are you married or looking to get married?
Me: Haha, not in a few years at least.
GIFY: oh alright, see ya then.
SHUCKS.. What's with people? Do the Brits find me exotic? I never got that back home. It feels very nice though. *Blush*