flavortang
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So, I went to an IHOP last week, around 9-9:30 in the morning. I got seated right away and a few minutes later this young waitress with dark blonde hair walks up, smiles, and says "You smell nice!".
Now, being married for five years and with my wife for eight, I don't compliment other women nor do I go out enough where I'm around young women to get complimented. I heard her say this and replied with "Yeah, I think I'll have the chicken fried steak platter." She took my order, then left, and I realized how dick-ish I probably came off. In my defense, my brain convinced there was no way she said what she said, so just to order the fucking food. I felt bad and tipped her $10 for an $8 meal. lol
Also, a few times a month at the most, I go to the bank and there's a female teller there that always greets me by my first name the second I walk in the door. She's only served me a few times and we only chit-chatted once and I don't see the other tellers greet people this way. Dealing with dozens of people everyday, I don't get how the hell she remembers my name. I feel bad that when she gives these greetings, all I muster is a "Hey, what's up?" and it's straight to business. Maybe I'm so jaded with humanity that I can't imagine people are being nice for any reason other than it's some business tactic.
Rude-ish? Clinical paranoia? Maybe both.
Now, being married for five years and with my wife for eight, I don't compliment other women nor do I go out enough where I'm around young women to get complimented. I heard her say this and replied with "Yeah, I think I'll have the chicken fried steak platter." She took my order, then left, and I realized how dick-ish I probably came off. In my defense, my brain convinced there was no way she said what she said, so just to order the fucking food. I felt bad and tipped her $10 for an $8 meal. lol
Also, a few times a month at the most, I go to the bank and there's a female teller there that always greets me by my first name the second I walk in the door. She's only served me a few times and we only chit-chatted once and I don't see the other tellers greet people this way. Dealing with dozens of people everyday, I don't get how the hell she remembers my name. I feel bad that when she gives these greetings, all I muster is a "Hey, what's up?" and it's straight to business. Maybe I'm so jaded with humanity that I can't imagine people are being nice for any reason other than it's some business tactic.
Rude-ish? Clinical paranoia? Maybe both.