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…I’ll state that after this all happened when I got home I remembered seeing him while I was walking to the soda isle. But at the act of walking the said isle, I remember not really thinking much of the eye contact at the time.
so I forgot to tell u. I don’t know why but I think I was playing video games. Anyway some dude at jewel looked like he was waiting in line but way far away from the self checkout ones…
(area kind of against the refrigerators w the like single serve drinks just adjacent to the isle)
….so i like waved him to go ahead of me. Hes like thank you thank you very much. Real like mellow not in my face or anything… Hang on I’ll email it all this is ridiculous.
I’ll usually wave someone in who is in the situation prolly because I would rather it be clear that I see this person he/she’s not really in line, or should i say it seems this way to me, but I assume they are by the way they are looking at the cash registers. (either that or he’s gonna rob the place) ha. so I figure if we don’t get this established it just gets all awkward when they don’t go and my impatience sometimes just makes me out to be an ass. And I’m really not. I’m nice guy.
So I wave him through. And he like I said is very appreciative. Not awkwardly or out of ordinary. I’m like no worries.
So a second later my mind is off focusing on which register will open up first, then my thought is cut off by “So, What’s ur name?” I hear it and since I’m in a state of had just been playing video games im not fully coherent and observing the world around me.
Which is the way I like it sometimes to get my mind off being full throttle at work…
I’m like oh wait it’s the guy saying something that I just waved through, is he saying something to the register?
I’m thinkin what is this dude doing talking to the register…either he’s a fuckin weirdo or just…oh shit is he mentally handi……. no, wait. He asked ME my name…. I look over and he’s like “What’s you’re name?” I am completely thrown off. I’m like “Steve.” didn’t even ask his name, I didn’t really think we had enough of an interaction yet to be on first name basis…but whatever. He wants to know who was this nice guy, (me, ha, thank you very much… ) who let him go first. Seemed harmless. And at the moment I figured that was the end of it… Nope.
At this point mind you I’m kind of wondering where this is going… Not to any weird point yet just curious of his last question. like really? we just meet, all I did was let u go ahead of me.
as well as asking what my name was, he complimented me on my new jacket, He asks me “What Brand is it?” im like…. Nordic Trac, he goes “oh yeah those are nice, i have a blue one, im thinking of also getting a black one with it.” i say… “oh yeah?” i really have no interest in what he wants to buy to complete his ensemble…
FINALLY a register opens up, and i take both 12packs of pepsi with me, (holding the one ever so awkwardly, because its busted on both ends) and start the process of buying them…. seconds pass and im in my own video game aided world, when i hear my name, and you know how if you hear your name you dont fully register someone saying it if your not expecting it… well thast what happened, i hear it again and again, and i realize whats going on….
Guy: “Hey Steve, what do you do?”
by this point its getting really weird, hes using my name and asking personal questions… i go…. “Oh im a web designer” and whats funny is each time i dont really get why hes asking me these questions, but in an effort to not be rude and actually say to him “Dude what the fuck is your deal?? Leave me alone, i dont even know you!” anyhow…he asks…
Guy: “For who?”
so my other thought is that maybe he’s a web designer and is curious of trying to one up me… like oh i design for Design Kitchen or something, so im like “Sears” hes like “Oh thats nice, yeah I”….. how’d he say it….. “i do work with them.” i really dont understand what he was getting at with telling me he does work with sears…. maybe to impress me… or to seem liek we have something in common.
anyway… at this point im just about finished with checking out… and pay etc… come to think of it i dont think i even bothered to get a receipt… so i start walking away form the register and he says… “I’m going this way, which way are you going?” LUCKILY i was parked on the opposite side… so i point in the opposite direction of where he is motioning… THEN he goes, oh well ill just walk that way with you…
and at this point i’m like, oooook… hes got to be gay right? why would he make sooooo much effort to talk to someone when all they did was the polite thing of making sure to not cut in front of them at the register?
so were walking towards the doors, and all i can think of is what the hell is going to happen next, i don’t even remember everything of what was said, all i remember is that he was asking about my previous jobs, “What did you do before Sears?” my thoughts are Seriously dude? why in the world would you want to know what a total stranger did before his current job? next is us parting ways partially into the parking lot, all the while i’m awkwardly holding one Pepsi can box, and the other by the handle.
next thing he has his hand out, and i fumble with trying to relocate one of the boxes in my other arm….no way in hell that was going to happen so i kind of shrug my shoulders and show him both my hands are occupied, and he says “Well phil it was really nice to have meet you, God Bless” and then Fist bumps my Pepsi box filed hand.
and i basically scurry off… thinking to myself… what the fuck just happened….
i cant get over how it went down…
was he gay, was he just really into christianity and wanting to convert someone?
did he just move here and desperately in need of a friend?
couldn’t figure it out…. i’m sure a lot will say that he was gay and trying to pick me up, but he just didnt seem like the type… it didnt go there ever…
so… thats my story. what do you think?
i would visit the places moles live, and see how they live. deep underground in total darkness, burrowing through dirt/mud that suddenly opens up to the side of a river. that’s gotta suck.