When I go to HEB/Target/etc on a Friday or Saturday night, I try to find the register with a cashier who is either a) old or b) not attractive (male and female).
This way I don't feel like the cashier is judging me. I'm pretty sure the old and/or unattractive cashiers are still judging me, but I don't feel as loser-like when they ring up my purchases.
Tonight I was at Target buying my frozen pizza, bottle of wine, nail polish and a book, and I felt good finding the not-so-attractive cashier.
And then as I was walking out I thought, "shit, at least she has an excuse; she's working on a Saturday night. what's my excuse."
My justification went right out the door as I pondered this thought while driving home.
This way I don't feel like the cashier is judging me. I'm pretty sure the old and/or unattractive cashiers are still judging me, but I don't feel as loser-like when they ring up my purchases.
Tonight I was at Target buying my frozen pizza, bottle of wine, nail polish and a book, and I felt good finding the not-so-attractive cashier.
And then as I was walking out I thought, "shit, at least she has an excuse; she's working on a Saturday night. what's my excuse."
My justification went right out the door as I pondered this thought while driving home.
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