This Is Me In Grade Nine

When cute guys come through the checkouts on a slow night, all hell breaks loose on the front end. Cashiers are calling each other up, we are oogling the guys reading magazines, and we have our eyes peeled wide for the one. Lots of the "ones" put in an appearance tonight, and the cashiers were like a gaggle of giddy school girls. It was fun.

I've had a crush on this one customer since waaaaaaaaay before i started working at the ASS, but since working there, i've managed to actually have a conversation with him. My heart goes pitter-patter when i see him shopping and i am always hoping that he will come through my lane (which he usually does). Life as a cashier is not that thrilling, so this is a big moment. Well, i gotta tell you, the last two times "my boyfriend" (that's what the other girls refer to him as now) has been in, he has gone through somebody ELSE'S checkout (i have not actually been on cash either of those times - it must be noted). He also seems to have slightly altered his shopping pattern, with a tendency to come in earlier in the evening... this is horrible, because then there is nothing to look forward to for the rest of the night.

So when i found out that he had been in tonight while i was on my break, and gone through Jezebel's lane, I was dismayed. I still had 3 hours of work left, and all hope for joy was lost.

That is, until i looked up and saw crush number two standing at the register. Woo hoo! I had a crush on this guy a couple of weeks ago for a few days, until i remembered that i had seen him go home with a woman (who i presumed to be his girlfriend). So tonight i was all calm cool and collected. And he happened to mention his roommate and refer to her as her. And not refer to her as his girlfriend. I took this as a good sign, dragged out the small talk as much as possible and ended the day as I began it; smiling and walking the slightest bit above the ground.