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So as you may know I worked at Wal-mart for exactly one year leaving the place in Septermeber after starting the last year in September. I went from working as a cart-pusher there to being a cashier at a local grocer story . Quite a change of work and also environment. I did this since the grocery store was half the drive to Wal-mart and thus would save lots of money on gas and about an hours driving time each day.
I did consider the change from working outside doing relatively tiring physical labor to being indoors doing small takss really wasnt a worry. I however would miss being alone while I worked where no one would see me if I screwed up and this left the pressure off. However working with a lot of other people I figured could be interesting if the people werent mean and acted nice. Ultimately things turned out...a little too interesting...
Being unskilled labor and being near the high school meant about 3/4's of the workers were about my age. Also for whatever reason most of the cashiers were women. That means about half the staff I interacted with were potential interests.
Within a few months things became very odd. Around six different women started acting strangely around me. Ya know how its simply polite to say hi and smile the first time you see someone for the day? Well they wouldnt just do it when they first saw me on any one day, but at any given time I see them during that day. I was often being greeted like four times by the same person during the course of the day. Even I realised that they were trying to get me to notice them or perhaps elicit conversation. Before I could think of anything to say though...
They became more blatantly obvious. One girl kept offering to cut my hair since she said she was in training in cosmology...she just said I needed to come to her house. Another girl saw me standing and waiting and told me to hold still while she said "I have to pull a loose thread that fell on your pants" as she literally grabbed my ass and squeezed like she was trying to pop a grapefruit. I tightened my cheeks in surprise and she removed her hand saying "There all done...by the way you have a nice ass." I just stood there not knowing how to feel. At another time two of the women approached from behind me and got into a conversation that I could hear too easily...
-N: "So what do you think of (insert The Vault Dweller's real name here) ?"
-J: "Oh he's definately a looker."
Later that day...
-The Vault Dweller: "Hey Malkavian whats a looker?"
-Malkavian: "Use it in a sentence."
-The Vault Dweller: "Oh he's a looker definately."
-Malkavian: "That means they think the person is hot."
I was astounded. Not that women were hitting on me, but that I actually figured it out. I had no idea what to do though. I was, and still am, too low on money with college to afford to go on dates even if I stopped spending all the money I do on non-necessary things. I also would have lots of trouble finding the time. For better or worse this all became irrelevant one day...
I was talking to one of the female cashiers (the one that offered me a haircut) when a customer was in line that was buying a small monthly science fiction magazine with multiple short stories. I had no idea my store sold them and immediately became excited that I could buy one and very surprised that I didnt know about it myself. Then I realised maybe I should talk to this guy. The customer himself was in his 30's tall, fat, and bearing glasses. I spoke to him for about 5 minutes on various things, but mainly the magazine which he said he'd been reading for years and has consistently been entertained by. When he left I turned to the girl at the cash register who had watched the whole thing...
Her look was a fervent combination of wonder and disgust. It was like I was a totally different person to her once she realised I liked something that was taboo. Well by the end of that week the strange attraction to me seemed gone since none of the women did anything particular to me after that. Gossip travels fast I guess...
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Perhaps I was just a bit hasty and loud in my joy? Maybe I should have kept quiet about my habits. Well if their that opinionated about it I think I'm better off...
...but still. Going as far as to grab my ass?
Wonders Never Cease,
The Vault Dweller
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So as you may know I worked at Wal-mart for exactly one year leaving the place in Septermeber after starting the last year in September. I went from working as a cart-pusher there to being a cashier at a local grocer story . Quite a change of work and also environment. I did this since the grocery store was half the drive to Wal-mart and thus would save lots of money on gas and about an hours driving time each day.
I did consider the change from working outside doing relatively tiring physical labor to being indoors doing small takss really wasnt a worry. I however would miss being alone while I worked where no one would see me if I screwed up and this left the pressure off. However working with a lot of other people I figured could be interesting if the people werent mean and acted nice. Ultimately things turned out...a little too interesting...
Being unskilled labor and being near the high school meant about 3/4's of the workers were about my age. Also for whatever reason most of the cashiers were women. That means about half the staff I interacted with were potential interests.
Within a few months things became very odd. Around six different women started acting strangely around me. Ya know how its simply polite to say hi and smile the first time you see someone for the day? Well they wouldnt just do it when they first saw me on any one day, but at any given time I see them during that day. I was often being greeted like four times by the same person during the course of the day. Even I realised that they were trying to get me to notice them or perhaps elicit conversation. Before I could think of anything to say though...
They became more blatantly obvious. One girl kept offering to cut my hair since she said she was in training in cosmology...she just said I needed to come to her house. Another girl saw me standing and waiting and told me to hold still while she said "I have to pull a loose thread that fell on your pants" as she literally grabbed my ass and squeezed like she was trying to pop a grapefruit. I tightened my cheeks in surprise and she removed her hand saying "There all done...by the way you have a nice ass." I just stood there not knowing how to feel. At another time two of the women approached from behind me and got into a conversation that I could hear too easily...
-N: "So what do you think of (insert The Vault Dweller's real name here) ?"
-J: "Oh he's definately a looker."
Later that day...
-The Vault Dweller: "Hey Malkavian whats a looker?"
-Malkavian: "Use it in a sentence."
-The Vault Dweller: "Oh he's a looker definately."
-Malkavian: "That means they think the person is hot."
I was astounded. Not that women were hitting on me, but that I actually figured it out. I had no idea what to do though. I was, and still am, too low on money with college to afford to go on dates even if I stopped spending all the money I do on non-necessary things. I also would have lots of trouble finding the time. For better or worse this all became irrelevant one day...
I was talking to one of the female cashiers (the one that offered me a haircut) when a customer was in line that was buying a small monthly science fiction magazine with multiple short stories. I had no idea my store sold them and immediately became excited that I could buy one and very surprised that I didnt know about it myself. Then I realised maybe I should talk to this guy. The customer himself was in his 30's tall, fat, and bearing glasses. I spoke to him for about 5 minutes on various things, but mainly the magazine which he said he'd been reading for years and has consistently been entertained by. When he left I turned to the girl at the cash register who had watched the whole thing...
Her look was a fervent combination of wonder and disgust. It was like I was a totally different person to her once she realised I liked something that was taboo. Well by the end of that week the strange attraction to me seemed gone since none of the women did anything particular to me after that. Gossip travels fast I guess...
-
Perhaps I was just a bit hasty and loud in my joy? Maybe I should have kept quiet about my habits. Well if their that opinionated about it I think I'm better off...
...but still. Going as far as to grab my ass?
Wonders Never Cease,
The Vault Dweller
