To swoon an ugly duckling
Is it near borderline-obsessive to decide to change my Buy-the-Sunday-Paper Day from Saturday to Sunday just so I can see a cashier at the dollar store? Whose, after him working there (for what I know of) almost a year, voice I finally heard... Every time he's working when I go in, I usually go into his line (no matter the length). And usually he never even tells me the total, or he mumbles it at the very least, and I have to read it off the register.
But Sunday when I went in for the paper, I thought his register was closed because of the way the light was shining through the windows so i went to a different line. Then right after I stepped in the other line, he turned around and said I'm open on register 6 if anyone wants to step over. And I like to think he was looking at me when he said that. Please don't ruin it for me. So i stepped over and he even said a sentence and told me the total (I've bought enough papers to know they dont charge tax... geesh...). And me being the awkward little thing I am, all I managed to let out was a very squeaky hello (which I'm still turning red whenever I think about it...). I left before he could give me my reciept, which most of the cashiers throw out when someone just buys the paper.
I have concluded that one of the following must be true: (a) the boss was there so he was on best behavior; (b) supposing he has one (which is most likely the case with my luck), he and his girlfriend had hit it off the previous night; (c) (and this is probably the most likely of options) my mind is playing sick games with me again.
Maybe I should have stuck around for the reciept? Should I try to go back again this next sunday afternoon (I"m lucky to see him work once every month and a half, as my mom and I usually get the paper saturday afternoons right after housework so if I do go sundays its because we need batteries or we forgot something)? Or will I seem something I don't want to be seemed as?
Then add to it that, at my age, it's hard to tell if a person who looks my age is in college or still in high school. I suppose I could just make it like many of my window-shopping adventures: I can look, but I can't buy.
And on a final note, after all of this past few days, I have finally come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, I can have a shot at being somewhat slightly pretty if I can just figure out how to do something about the horrible dark circles under my eyes which I'm hoping is only partly due to the fact I have the bad habit of rubbing my eyes. There are good days and bad days, but they never completely go away, even if I barely touch my eyes (that dry crusty stuff annoys the hell out of me...). I tried the housebrand makeup, but I dont think I had the right shades. And I'm scared to go into one of those department stores with makeup sections all by myself... not to mention my wallet shudders at the thought of it.