Now I'm reminded of why I don't like Hot Topic anymore...
Went to the Jefferson Mall today in search of Halloween paraphernalia. After coming out of Spencer's, I figured I'd waste some time in Hot Topic even though I've had no desire to go there in months.
I ended up buying the Alice perfume that was now on clearance. The girl that checked me out had blond hair, stood to about my height, and perhaps weighed even less than me. She smiled, took my credit card...but unfortunately she also had to open her mouth, "Didn't you date Jeremy Hoke?" Cue a cringed look and shudder...that despicable name. I could have said a million different things at this point, but a simple "yeah" seemed sufficient enough. "I'm dating him now." Her tone was sickening...it was blissful. At this point, I just give her a look that says, "Well, good for you...now why the fuck should I care?" Obviously, that look was lost on her (I did say she was a blonde, after all) and she continued on, "I remember you from Seneca." Not wanting to initialize a real conversation, I looked at her and just said, "I feel sorry for you...I really do." She gave me some sort of annoying little giggle...guess she failed to notice that I wasn't joking. I grabbed my bag and left.
I ended up buying the Alice perfume that was now on clearance. The girl that checked me out had blond hair, stood to about my height, and perhaps weighed even less than me. She smiled, took my credit card...but unfortunately she also had to open her mouth, "Didn't you date Jeremy Hoke?" Cue a cringed look and shudder...that despicable name. I could have said a million different things at this point, but a simple "yeah" seemed sufficient enough. "I'm dating him now." Her tone was sickening...it was blissful. At this point, I just give her a look that says, "Well, good for you...now why the fuck should I care?" Obviously, that look was lost on her (I did say she was a blonde, after all) and she continued on, "I remember you from Seneca." Not wanting to initialize a real conversation, I looked at her and just said, "I feel sorry for you...I really do." She gave me some sort of annoying little giggle...guess she failed to notice that I wasn't joking. I grabbed my bag and left.