Is This Inappropriate?
There must be something in the water lately. I work at a store as a cashier, selling plants mostly, and today, a strange occurence took place. We get a lot of landscapers in the store, buying large quantities of bushes and shrubs, and this guy was no different. He was loaded up with azaleas, a couple of hollies and some other plants that were at least green, in my memory.
As a rule, whenever someone writes a check we have to write down their driver's lisence number and date of birth. I noticed that his birthday was the same as mine. Since I am in customer service and find that I can make my day go by smoother by making small talk with customers, I mentioned this coincidence to him. So there I am, bent over the check, scribbling away, when I feel the faintest of touches on my cheek- he actually kissed my cheek. I froze. He said, "Happy birthday". And I said the only thing I could think to say at that time. 'Thanks'. He wasn't looming over the counter or anything, he had planted it quick and jerked back just as fast to the appropriate distance of a customer-to-salesperson ratio.
Now, I don't know about how company policy deals with this sort of thing, but in hindsight I probably should have slapped him, or at least SAID something that eluded to the fact that this sort of attention is NOT acceptable, etc, etc. But I wasn't in that frame of mind, you know? I ended up joking about virgos ruling, or somesuch nonsense, but realized with horror that I was blushing a little bit. I mean...I was trying to be calm on the outside, but inside I was still rolling it over...did he...did he just...? Why oh WHAT possessed him....? What am I supposed to do?
And I came up with squat. So out he walked with nary a word from me for this infringement upon my person. So strange. I'm not what you would call a meek person by ANY definition. In a customer service position, I try to keep in mind that a lot of people don't get ANY service at all from most customer service associates, and with that in mind, I'm not my usual outspoken, who-gives-a-damn-if-I'm-talking-too-loud kind a gal while I'm on the clock. It's my job to be nice. So my street side wasn't ready and waiting, if that makes any sense at all. He took me off guard.
So, do I beat myself up about this? Am I a weenie for letting him walk out without a smack? Is it possible that it was an innocent oversight on his part? (Let's face it, he's a man and they don't always use the best judgement on a regular basis when it comes to social etiquette) Do I take this as a violation? Or does this happen ALLLL the time in France and I should just shrug it off?
Honestly, I still don't know what I should have done. I think I may have gotten in trouble for striking him, though they should have taken my side on it. Well, it's water under the bridge, no harm done. I just won't lean so far over the counter the next time I'm jotting down numbers, and I'll never ever NEVER mention my birthday again to someone. Apparently it was a bad case of TMI.

2 Comments:
Face it, Grace - your sparkling eyes, sweet face flushed (before the kiss) with the warmth (flaming heat) of the afternoon and your own good humor, plus the flagrant hint of your ample, tasty bosom beneath your apron was just too much for Mr. Kiss-n-Bolt. You provided him with the perfect opportunity to make good on what he wanted to do in the first place. It's YOUR fault! You were just ASKING for it!
No, that was a bit over the line. Quite over the line. Even if he was just being nice or unusual or WHATEVER to get your attention... unless he was clearly a foreigner just off the boat or the camel, he knew better.
And it's a shame that our past experiences can so color what might just be a sweet gesture on the part of a stranger. First of all, it IS culturally inappropriate. But that might not have bothered you, or me in your shoes (and ON your corn), if not for the past.
How many men have I fended off? Not bragging, but before the age of 10, I had fended off three grown men, not always with success. Who the FUCK do these people think they are?? So now when a guy puts his lips on my person without my permission, I'm liable to go all Lecter on him and wind up wearing his face, and not where he wanted it, ya know?
As an adult, I have also fended off the slobbery fat lips of other 'forward' men, including a well known car salesman who may be dead now. I mention his potential morbundity just as a note of interest, not to imply I had anything to do with it. He was old at the time he took liberties with me. And I beat myself up about it in hindsight (like IMMEDIATELY in hindsight as I was leaving the scene of his crime, wiping my face, shaking my head, and not sure if I was angry, bemused or just stupid) because I was at work, and it was night time, and I walked out to his car in the parking lot WITH him (why oh why oh why) and he of course made a nasty tongue thrusting move on me. So he bought 40 country CDs that night and asked me to help him carry them out to his car. I was, like you, BEING NICE. I was not trying to do him any favors for spending so much money at my store, not that I was getting a dime of that anyway, because I don't sell myself.
And then when he said, "How bout a hug good night?" Well he was just so grandfatherly and nice, and how do refuse a basic human plea for kindness? And then his offense against my good nature began. I don't even remember what I said, after I quickly disengaged, though I'm sure I was STILL being nice enough not to shriek "ew ew ew ew EW!" as I did the skeeve-out dance right there in the parking lot.
What made me so angry, other than the obvious, plus the possible assumption on his part that I owed him a favor for dropping so much money, was that he had also tried to impress me with his giant luxury car like my grandfather might drive (again, lending credence to the benevolent trustworthy old man facade), since it was the first one I had ever seen that had the coded door locks as well as a keyhole.
Mind you, I didn't stand there with my finger in my belly button saying "Gee, mister, that shore is one fancy vee-hickel ya got there. Mind if Ah blow ya for the honor of seein' it 'fore Ah die??"
But when I walked away, I thought, "I bet he thinks I'm just this dumb girl who was wowed by his pinky ring and his pastel churchgoing suit and his big smart car. I bet he thinks he has just overwhelmed me with his passion and I had to walk away before I expired from the vapors. I bet he thinks I'm going to call him tomorrow morning since he left me his business card. I bet he thinks I want him to buy me car. Hey, maybe he thinks I'LL buy a car from HIM. Maybe he'll burn in hell someday."
And maybe he is.
Oh, luscious... you're a delight. You single-handedly made me feel like I wasn't a freak, and allowed me to laugh at myself, seeing as how other intelligent, wise and otherwise understanding (of human nature) women just...get snookered sometimes. It's in our blood, and our breeding. We nurture- we're raising little boys, so we see the little boys in men more easily, I think- but we were BORN nurturing, you know? Our mothers babied bigger babies than our own sons, didn't they???
Thanks for sharing, for standing with me and shaking your head in unison with mine at the audacity of some men. You're honesty means a lot.
By the way, he came in the following day and I didn't even bat an eye, was cool and collected and VERRRRRY professional. He didn't shame himself further by mentioning it, thank goodness.
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