I have a few interesting stories from my days at Florida Grocery.
One day a new hispanic immigrant came in. He had a fairly thick accent, but I could still understand him. I think he was Mexican. Regardless, he came up to the register and kept looking behind me and stammering around a bit. He looked a little bit nervous.
Then he said “condom please."
It was just me alone, and there was no line, and the store was empty, so I figured I would have some fun with him.
Since all the condoms were hung up behind me like they always are at so many convenience stores across America, I pivoted around ninety degrees and waved my hand towards the array of condoms hung up behind me like an excited Vanna White opening an 'X'.
I said “Which one?"
He shifted back and forth between his feet. He timidly looked up. Looked down. Left. And right. Then he looked down a bit, averting eye contact and pulling out his wallet.
Jeez dude! I was so shocked. I was laughing inside, but I wasn’t expecting the guy to say anything. I figured he would just point at the most sexy looking latex and that would be it. But man! Holy cow! I felt really bad about putting him on the spot… but then I couldn’t stop laughing after he left the store.
This story still makes me chuckle when I’m sitting alone with wandering thoughts... poor guy...
My name is Dae Yu.