Zombies
So I go up to the cashier at Rubio's. Things are a bit slow, there's no one else in line. I have eye contact with the smiling cashier as I approach.
"Hi, how are you today?" I ask.
She doesn't blink, she doesn't stop smiling, she doesn't answer.
"Okay, uh, I'll have a baja burrito" I finally say after an awkward silence and she springs into life asking me all her standard questions regarding the order.
I was once a cashier. I used to love it when the very occasional customer would actually acknowledge me as a human being and not some kind of robotic servatron droid. I try to make a point of engaging cashiers I encounter some human interaction to try to brighten their day. To find one that seemed holy unable to break out of zombie mode was rather disappointing, and frankly I felt it was kind of rude of her to just leave me hanging awkwardly there.
Anyway, here's a totally unrelated picture from my weekend.
