Every once in a while, I get the urge to change the color of my hair. Especially so, when people are shocked that I know how to communicate by email or use a computer to comparison shop.
I try not to use the self-service check out counter if there is a live cashier available because I prefer not to help the management phase out employees. I take great joy in explaining this to assistant managers who come up and offer to "help" me use the automated cashier.
The assumption is often made that because I am a snowy mountain up top, the brain beneath the snow moves at a glacial pace. At times this is an advantage. For instance, pushy salesmen can be blindsided by sarcasm more unexpectedly.
But seats are offered to me whether I want one or not. On a recent shopping trip, a young technician went outside the store and brought a chair inside after announcing that it was too humid for me to sit outside.
Upon glacial reflection, this was - after all - not a bad experience ....
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When I was younger, I'd enter a store and open my eyes a little wider and give this innocent look around until a salesman came over and asked if he could render assistance. Never failed.
Now the eyes are lined with crows feet and maybe don't want to open so widely and I believe that's why the hair is snowier - it achieves the same result...
You and I have used the automatic cashier once.
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