Strangers with Compliments/Concerns

Today, as I stood behind the counter mid-day into work, I was told, “I really like how you approach people.  You have a nice way about you.”  These words came from a woman about my grandma’s age, and felt beyond flattering, that she even took the time to let me know.  Given my first month of work is fastly underfoot, I’m more used to disgruntle customers than anything, or the same faces that obsessively call/show up multiple times a day.  Makes me wonder if they’re living on welfare, and if they just took the time to work their respective jobs, that they wouldn’t have so much time to spend asking inane questions – like we were their best friends.

Mind you, I’ve been a regular, but that was at a restaurant, where I appreciated them knowing my order [Bruegger's Bagels, I still miss you].  A Cellphone company?  That I don’t quite seem to understand.

But, with this town, with this dying fisherman village, comes too many people willing to erode away at you with the unfortunate details of their life.  Like the man, who lost his blackberry, well, it was confiscated by the police for their investigation, because of some questionable texts on his phone from his ex-wife.  Really?  Really, really?  You want to go around announcing this to the world?  *shakes head*

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