Jesters 2 & 3 and I had a fun morning running all over town to Target, a snack at Panera, the mall and The Factory. While at the mall and taking a break from riding up and down the escalators, we headed over to the food court to have lunch. Jester 2 wanted pizza and jester 3 Chinese food.
While standing in front of the cashier to pay for the cheese pizza slice and drink, the young male twenty-something blurted out to his co-worker;
“Oh my gosh! There’s Johnny. I know he’s going to come over here and ask me out. He won’t stop.”
Co-worker: “Just play hard to get. I’m sure he likes that.”
I stared intently at the cashier with that be-quiet-I’m-done-with-you mom look.
he didn’t recognize that look, and no apology. He just rang up our order and took my money.
I don’t think jesters 2&3 heard him, and if they did, they surely would not understand what he was talking about.
Its called a personal life for a reason, especially if you are “batting for the same team”. And I, as a customer don’t want to hear it.
And now, I have a 3 minute TMI overload scene that will replay in my mind every time I go to the food court.