Got Social Skills?
I had a shirt which I had needed to be taken in to be drycleaned. So, naturally, while doing my errands this morning, I stopped in at the local drycleaners.
Walking in, I saw, instead of the old Korean woman who is usually there, a young, college-age girl sitting behind the counter, doing something on a laptop. She wasn't beautiful, in the classic sense of the word, but she was definitely cute. She was a bit on the pale side, and she had glasses (and I don't care what anybody else says, glasses on a girl = HOT).
I gave her the shirt, and then she wrote me a ticket. She told me how much it would cost, and then I gave her a ten-dollar-bill, and finally she handed me my change. During the entire time, she never even looked up once. And why would she? To her, I was just another asshole customer, right? I got the feeling she was having a bad day. She clearly didn't want to be there.
And so, I was thinking to myself, "okay, asshole, say something. For the love of God, say something. Anything." But, for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound cheesy or creepy. "Hey, come around here often?" Groan. "I bet you see a lot of shirts." Please, just kill me now. "What are you doing on that laptop?" Uhhhh...what?
And so, like a total idiot, I mumbled something like "appreciate it" and turned around and left. She murmured something in response, but I don't remember what it was. She went back to her laptop, and I left, wishing that I had two brain cells in my skull to bump together.