SCOTIA’S POV
“Hi”
Please leave
“What?”
“Yeah I just wish to get your opinion on something”
Can you just get to the point already
“Sure”
“In your opinion which of these 3 chocolates taste better; Nutella, Tartina or Bambi because I have asked others and they say….”
Why the hell is she screeching I'm standing right in front of her. Jesus nails on a chalkboard sounds very appealing all of a sudden
“……. I mean clearly Nutella is exquisite but I’m wondering…..”
Is she trying to rile me up on purpose
“…..I mean my daughter prefers Bambi especially the ones in the tiny sachets but then…..”
Its too early to be this cheerful, take it down a notch please
“…..and my niece who goes to boarding says Tartina is God’s gift to students but clearly…..”
Lord I pray for strength, may my hands stay behind this counter. Amen. ‘cuz if it leaves I may loose may job, at least what's left of my time here.
“…..my dilemma….”
It’s a shitty job with shitty pay as well, might be worth it
“…so what do you think?”
No snarky comment, just answer like a normal person… I mean having a conversation with your innerself is fine.. its normal everyone does it
“Est-ce que tu connais que tu me derange maintenant” I say with a straight flat face and a jerked brow.
“Excuse me I thought we established I don’t speak French” the lady says
“Toi et qui?”
“What…?” she sputters
Clearly she just noticed my bored and uninterested expression. Now that I look at her again it seems like she just pissed her pants. My face can't be that scary.
“Bonjour” with that I leave the counter and move to the closest aisle
Yes progress.
Rain will be so proud of me when she hears this, I held a conversation, although short, with no insults or snarky comment at all, and most importantly no physical harm whatsoever. Damn am proud of myself.
And I made use of the few words I know in French, am progressing if I do say so myself.
I keep myself busy by pretending to arrange the tissues in the toiletries section.
“You know….”
15 seconds that’s all it took for this ‘Pompous Pius’ to start talking. Honestly this level of nosiness should be a crime. Pointing out the obvious and poking his nose in my business has been his main goal from the first day I came here.
I despise cheerful people but he takes cheerfulness, niceness and playfulness to a whole different level. I mean its an improvement considering the fact that 5 seconds is all it used to take for him to get in my personal space and start giving me ‘concience talk’. It's like he's always waiting at a corner, hovering around and waiting for any opportunity to make “small talk”.
“… with the way you act people will not want to approach you for anything…”
‘That’s the point dum dum’,
I deadpan in my head
