Every morning I go to the gas station located right next to my parking lot. It's a simple Shell, about what you would expect for any gas station.
Every morning I grab a liter of Mountain Dew and some kind of breakfast. It is horrible what I eat usually. Most of the time I eat Dunkin' Sticks which are the love child between a donut and snacky cake. Sometimes I will grab a jalapeno hotdog. Or, if I am feeling particularly healthy, I will grab a cereal bar.
This morning I was a little late. Usually I like to get to the library as soon as it opens (7:30), but we had a shift in babysitters and I didn't get to Shell until 7:50.
The cute girl at the cash register blinked when she saw me come up to give my daily tithe.
"You're early," she said. Now throughout my years at law school I have become accustomed to the employees at Shell. They kind of know me. I kind of know them. But, it stays pretty "professional," mostly because I am just tired and have a 10 minute walk across campus to my building.
I was kind of taken aback because first she was rather new in comparison to the other employees, but also because I was in fact late. I checked their little wall clock to make sure.
"Actually, I am late."
She rubbed her eyes and retorted that I was messing up her body clock.
I chuckled and grabbed the heavenly chemicals that would get me to lunch, where I promised I would have a brown rice wrap or something equally healthy, "I'll try to be on time tomorrow."
It made my day. Not because she was cute or we had a playful exchange (yeah I was paraphrasing a little), but because I was noticed in a situation where notice is not required. I know many times I will walk through a shop and pray that no stupid salespeople ask me questions. If I have a goddamn question I will seek you out, but of course then I won't be able to find one. I get to a checkout line and hope that the cashier just boops me through with just a nice "hello."
But, I have to say it is nice to have more. It reminds me that we are all just people getting through the day. We are all really in the same boat.
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The little things can be so huge, can't they? ;-}
Friendly customer service always makes my day, which is kinda a sad statement about the world. Good for certain people though.
your "ode to the chatty cashier" is pretty simple considering the effort she made to "make the day" of a relative stranger. Good things are infectious. You can't help but pass them on. Careful that cynicism doesn't block the receptors of "good" things.
Spug is teh hot.
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