i had a rather bizarre experience at the supermarket this evening… something i still don’t quite understand, even though friends have some theories (which are diametrically opposed to my thoughts…).
i have no shame in admitting that i have some hair on my chest. and yes, i am well aware that in an open- necked shirt there is a tuft which shows. nothing wrong with that, right?
wrong! if you shop at Pick ‘n Pay Canal Walk…
imagine my surprise when i am told by the cashier, in between the beeps of items being scanned, “you’re hairy.” i glance at her, not quite believing, or understanding, what she said. she looks serious though.
maybe if i ignore her she’ll not say anything else.
“do you feel alright?” she asks, as she packs the last goodies into a bag.
no, i wasn’t in the happiest frame of mind (thanks to Vodacom…) so i say, “yeah i’m fine” without much conviction or enthusiasm – but enough to not start a discussion.
“…or do you feel like an animal?” she finishes.
inside, i was standing there with my mouth agape in total disbelief at her question.
outwardly i ignored it completely.
a part of me wanted to go and complain to the manager, but i wasn’t in the mood, and is it worth getting her into trouble for. but i am still stunned.
a friend told me tonight that, “you know she was flirting with you, right?” but i don’t buy that for a second… because if she was, she’s worse than me at flirting, and i’m pretty bad. but that is certainly not the way to address a stranger, let alone a customer…