I remember the oddest things sometimes.
A woman wearing all black came through my cashier line at Target yesterday, and she was purchasing another all-black outfit, so of course I had to comment on her clothing choice…
Me: That color brings out your eyes.
All-Black Girl: It is pretty easy to accessorize in the mornings.
Me: So, not going to a bunch of funerals this summer?
All-Black Girl: [laughing] Not quite.
Me: So, you do it so people focus on your eyes?
All-Black Girl: Actually, I have to wear it for work.
Me: Where do you work? And are they hiring?
All-Black Girl: I work at the Spaghetti Kettle, and yeah, I think so.
Me: Because I could get on board with a place where you wear all black.
All-Black Girl: Yeah, makes it easier when you spill wine all down your front, too.
Me: No! You didn’t!
All-Black Girl: [laughing] I definitely did. Black worked out better than white. That’s for sure.
Me: I’m sure it smelled pretty good too.
She left the store with a smile on her face, and with her wallet $63.18 lighter than it had been upon entering, and I watched her leave thinking that I had a new restaurant to check out sometime when I felt like being served by people wearing all black attire.
That’s just one example of some of the interesting conversations I have at work. It’s the conversations that keep me going day in and day out, that and the people who keep apologizing for bothering me when in fact it’s those conversations that Target encourages more than anything else.
In the case of All-Black Girl I’m sure she probably tweeted about it on her way to work last night, about that funny guy at Target who wanted to smell like wine. Or of course she might just have promptly forgotten all about the interlude with the girl who wore black that nevertheless stayed with me.
Sam
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