Part 3: A Russian Bride

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     People would often attempt to make conversation with us while checking out their groceries, so we politely respond until their orders are done and move on to the next order. Over my time at the store, almost everyone who has worked in the front has at one time or another had a customer flirt with them. Some have even gone so far has to ask them out or try to slip a cashier their number. It is common for us to smile politely and then laugh it off once they have left the store and forget about it, but there are those very few that stick with you. 

    For me, the one occasion that has stuck with me all these years happened when I was still a new hire and just finishing my first semester of college. We use to have dress down days once a week and that particular day I decided to wear one of my college hoodies because it was comfortable. A shopper and I were making small talk and the topic of my schooling came up, because I was wearing the sweater, and I told about what I was studying. 

    This specific gentleman looked to be in his late to mid-fifties with a thick Russian accent, so I thought he was just polite. He was in a very nice suit with some expensive-looking jewellery. Near the end of the transaction, he took a turn in the conversation and started telling me about his son; apparently his son was very nice and worked for the family business (whatever the family business was, everyone still believes it was most likely not legal).

    At the end of his transaction after I had handed him his bill he took a pen out of his pocket and started writing something down. When he handed the recpiet back to me he said "you are young, beautiful, hard-working, intelligent and kind you would make an excellent bride one day." When I looked down on the paper he had given back to me it read his son's name which he had told me sooner and a phone number.

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