For years this has happened to me. The pizza delivery girl. The girl at Costco that checks your receipt. Hamburger restaurant cashier. Waitress with blue highlights. Chipotle burrito technician with acne scars. My life has been a continuous exercise in becoming obsessed with these women, so much so that it prompts me to visit their places of business more frequently, and then stop going when they get fired or reassigned. Why? Is it because the only time women are nice to me is when they are required to by their job?
