anime mom But the produce department here seems to like to move things around from week to week, I guess to create a more seasonally appropriate display. But I’m a pragmatic man, and I like to find things in the same place.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for dates.”
“Aren’t we all?” came the reply in a distinctly female voice.
I looked around. The person to who I’d asked was, or so I thought, a boy, maybe in high school, working his first job, sneakers, jeans, a baggy t-shirt under his apron, a ball cap, restocking the onions. But there was no one else around.
anime mom He turned around — rather, she turned around — to look at me. Glancing down my frame and back up to my face, she smiles and says, “I’m not doing anything Saturday night.”
Now I always like to flirt mildly with the staff because I can throw them off — too easily. It’s fun for both me and them. And sometimes, like in a restaurant, I can score a better table or an extra appetizer. But it’s rare when one, especially a young one, beats me at my own game.
Regaining my composure, I said, “No. Medjool dates.”
anime mom She leads me over to a display of berries that were in season, and pointed to the dates on the lower shelf. No signage — how could I have missed them? She smiles, and apologizes for her earlier comment, saying, “I have a habit of just speaking my mind.”
“Not an entirely bad quality.”
“But it gets me into trouble sometimes.”
She was cute. About five and a half tall. No discernible make-up, no manicured nails, a very wholesome face, with boyish clothes and personality to match. A tomboy. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a place in my heart for tomboys.
anime mom “Well I find it a welcome change from the stale personalities I often find working in retail.”