There are bad pick up lines and there are worse ones.
I was shopping at a local Latino grocery market where the prices for fresh produce and meat are particularly low because Latinos, statistically compared to many other cultures, cook among the most at home and for large families. In other words, they buy so much produce that those kind of grocery stores are able to buy food at lower prices and pass the savings on to customers.
Anyway, with a grocery cart of potatoes, leeks, carrots, onions, lemons and limes, kale, avocados bananas and plantain I was perusing the meat isle.
I was looking over a stack of “young chickens” wrapped in plastic on yellow Styrofoam plates when I noticed a man had approached and was not looking at the chickens but facing and looking directly at me. I continued to peruse.
“Nice chicken,” he mumbled.
Unsure if I heard him correctly I said, “excuse me,” and looked up.
He had black rimmed rectangular glasses he was wearing a light blue dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and his skin was smooth and the color of mahogany (I know this sounds cliche but that really is the best way to describe his complexion). He had beautiful dark eyes and on a quick glance I saw his hands were ring less. He smiled.
“These are nice chickens,” he said, a little louder this time, and nodded toward the pile of poultry carcases.
“Yes they are,” I replied, unsure what else I could say and I turned back to face the stack of naked chickens.
I was pretty sure he was trying to say something to start a conversation with me but I was completely thrown off by his pick up line.
By the time all this had registered and I had decided to try to talk some more I turned my head back in his direction and he had gone back to a grocery cart, never having taken a chicken, and he was turning down the cereal isle.
He glanced my way before turning down the isle and he disappeared.
Unsure what else to do, I also turned and went down the spice and baking supplies isle, also without a chicken in my cart.
February 23, 2010
Social blunders and spoon gifts
Posted by Esthernow under human nature, social commentary | Tags: social blunders |Leave a Comment
I have a talent for social blunders — blurting out statements that I later realize would have benefited greatly from a little forethought and consideration.
Luckily, I have friends who know this about me and see through it. Hopefully, they realize that my intentions are not malicious and that most of the time I strive to act properly and compassionately, be loving and contribute to the world around me.
I’m also quite scatter brained. It would be easy to say it’s because I’m self-absorbed. Whether this is true is up to conjecture (and I do not deny the possibility).
But I think it may be more accurate to say that I am easily distracted and therefore often fail to observe social cues and other events. I’m convinced that my mirror of self-awareness is not always facing the right way.
For example, today I searched the work pantry in vain to find a spoon with which to eat my yogurt. I was in a rush to get to a meeting.
Sitting at the round table with a fork and yogurt in hand, I looked down and saw a spoon next to my notebook.
I thought to myself, “I don’t remember finding a spoon.”
I set down my fork, took up the spoon and started eating without putting any more thought to where it had come from.
It wasn’t until my co-worker later joked with me about not thanking him for finding me a spoon that I learned he had set it down on the table and I hadn’t even noticed. *Blush*
Yet sometimes, I am capable of slowing down my brain to observe my surroundings and enjoy LIVING here and now. It’s not until afterward that I reflect and wonder how it came about and what a wonderful life it would be if I could to exist in that world all the time.