It has to be done..
You I have no choice.. The small talk has to be made.. Sometimes, I just don’t know what to tell the customers.. You’d actually cringe at some of the things I say to them..
*sees pampers on till belt*
Farah: are these for yourself?
Thirty year old man: *giggles* yes, how did you know?
One of the joys of working at the checkouts is, you get the most exposure to customers, faces become familiar and people start to remember you..
Man: Hey! How you doing?
Farah: I’m fine, thanks and you?
Man: I’m good. How are the eyes? Have they healed now?
Farah: oh, they are getting better. Did I tell you about my laser eye surgery?
Man: yes, they look a lot better. The haemorrhage has gone too. Blah blah blah..
Talk about making me feel, well, special. I think it’s the small things in life that matter..or maybe I’m just easily pleased..haha. Who knows?
On the topic of making me feel good..
Mum: *talking to child* say hi to the lady
Little boy: *shakes head and hides his face*
Mum: why you shy for?
Little boy: because she’s a girl
Mum: but you talk to girls at nursery
Little boy: not pretty ones
*heart melts* How sweet and honest of him! (I cannot contradict what he said – after all, children don’t lie – haha!)
And then there’s times when I’ve made myself look stupid..
Walking back to the tills when a customer stops me..
Customer: do you know where I could find some crackers?
Farah: we only sell those at Christmas
Customer: no..I’m on about the crackers that go with cheese
Farah: *bright red face*
I really don’t help myself at time *hides face*