Trader Joe’s has the greatest stuff. Succulent baked tofu. Delectable peanut butter salted caramel truffles. And adorable hipster cashiers.
I stopped in there last week for some groceries and that’s it, I swear. The cashier-director directed me towards a tall, lithe, curly-moppped cashier with glasses. Swoon.
I placed my groceries on the register and pulled out my neon-yellow reusable shopping bag.
“Oh, you brought your own bag!” the cashier cutie mused.
Seeing this as an opportunity, I launched into my flirtation.
“Oh yeah. Reuse a bag, save a tree! I love trees! They give us oxygen and slapstick comedy.”
“Alright, total is $12.96. Swipe your card now if you please…”
“I think I shall, if I thank you…” HEY! I said I was flirting, I didn’t say I was good at it!
Or maybe I’m better than you think…
“Okay, can I get your name and phone number?” the cashier casually crowed.
“Okay! Meghan, M-E-G-H-A-N, 555-555-5555…!”
“Great!” my checkout hunk chirped. “Now you’re entered into the Bring Your Own Bag raffle!”
“…Great!” I grabbed my groceries, and headed out, awkwardly.
So I may have lost the guy….
….but word is still out on that raffle.