Only one other person was in the Gas Station Chicken Store on Friday. He was coming out the door as I started in.
"I love you!" hollered Fave as he went out and I stepped inside.
"Wow. You never tell ME that you love me when I leave!"
"Ha ha. That was my boyfriend, if you didn't know."
"Well. I figured it must be your boyfriend. Or your SIDE boyfriend!"
That made Fave giggle. I knew she has a boyfriend. I know she has three or four kids. I know what down she lives in. I know her favorite scratchers. I know she has a dog that's part pit bull. But I'd never actually seen her boyfriend in the store before. Of course she's never seen Farmer H, either. But she knows he flips houses, and has a storage unit store.
Fave has a lot of customers to remember details for. I only have one Fave.
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One Fave is plenty, too many and you might start to confuse them with each other.
River,
I only know the names of three cashiers. One from Casey's, and two from the GSCS. I guess I remember them because two have names that were song titles, and the other's name was a famous pop singer. I'm kind of fond of the hoodie guy at the Liquor Store, but I don't know his name.
I have often wondered why people will tell me a lot of personal info. I used to ask Drew what he wanted to know about the campers. Maybe they told him, too, but he doesn't pay attention.
Kathy,
I think people just like to talk, and what better subject than themselves!
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