Speaking of supermarkets. I will say. In Dallas, the check out/bag folks *always* asked if I wanted a hand out to the car. Rarely did I take them up, usually only if I purchased a lot of jars or liquids. Here in CA, they *never* ask. Not sure if that is regional differences or company differences.
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Here in CA, they *never* ask. Not sure if that is regional differences or company differences.
Interesting. I get asked about half the time, usually at Ralphs.
We went to a new burger restaurant a while back where apparently they had told the waitstaff to be extra-special friendly. The waitress--local college student--plunked herself down into the booth next to me and chirped, "So what would you folks like tonight?" I think we were supposed to be charmed. We ordered, she went away, the food was no better than anyplace else, and we told the manager that we were rather appalled that by what the waitress did. The manager gave us some spiel about friendly and fun and all that, and why did we come if we didn't like that sort of thing? Hubby said, "Don't worry, we won't make that mistake again." The manager gulped and gave us free meal coupons.
interesting. It's because you are cuter. Working theory anyway.
I've gotten asked a few times at Safeway.
Maybe I'm shopping at all the wrong stores or something.
The waitress--local college student--plunked herself down into the booth next to me and chirped, "So what would you folks like tonight?" I think we were supposed to be charmed.
That happened at a diner in La Mesa. The woman sat in the booth right across from me and asked what I wanted. It made me feel all special. But then she wasn't my actual server, and my actual server did not make me feel so special.
I get asked if I need help out to my car at the Ralph's in Hermosa Beach but not the one in Manhattan Beach.
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Oh, now I want some cheese enchiladas, P-C. I haven't had Mexican in a while.