I was out doing some last minute Christmas shopping for my family at Burlington Coat Factory, fantastic store BTW.
The store was packed and they had about 7 cashiers ringing people up. You stood in line and then they would announce which register to go to. OF FUCKING COURSE, I was forced to go to the register with a 20 y/o sista who was probably a 5/10. I walk up to her counter and say, "Hey how are you today?" She responds "fine.'', unsurprisingly, why would today be any different.
Unexpectedly, she says, "This is cute!" motioning to a jacket I was buying for my brother.
My mind literally went blank for about 10 Mississippi's, and I could feel my forehead shinning as the beads of sweat started to protrude. I then comment "Oh so this one is pretty stylish huh?"
She says,"Yep."
More silence as I insert my card, but not really because the store is loud.
She then asks for my phone number ( at this point my armpits are starting to sweat from nervousness) in case I lose my receipt and need to do a return. I give her the number. She hands me my bag while trying to hold back a laugh. I then say "Thank you ma'am" and head on out.
If she were 20 years older, I wouldn't have any problem with my body temperature, but since she is within my age range, I couldn't help but get nervous. Oh and we were the same height(5'5)
The store was packed and they had about 7 cashiers ringing people up. You stood in line and then they would announce which register to go to. OF FUCKING COURSE, I was forced to go to the register with a 20 y/o sista who was probably a 5/10. I walk up to her counter and say, "Hey how are you today?" She responds "fine.'', unsurprisingly, why would today be any different.
Unexpectedly, she says, "This is cute!" motioning to a jacket I was buying for my brother.
My mind literally went blank for about 10 Mississippi's, and I could feel my forehead shinning as the beads of sweat started to protrude. I then comment "Oh so this one is pretty stylish huh?"
She says,"Yep."
More silence as I insert my card, but not really because the store is loud.
She then asks for my phone number ( at this point my armpits are starting to sweat from nervousness) in case I lose my receipt and need to do a return. I give her the number. She hands me my bag while trying to hold back a laugh. I then say "Thank you ma'am" and head on out.
If she were 20 years older, I wouldn't have any problem with my body temperature, but since she is within my age range, I couldn't help but get nervous. Oh and we were the same height(5'5)
