The living dead

Yesterday I went to the supermarket to buy something for lunch.  I admit, I wasn't looking my best.  Although it was a work day I work in a pretty casual environment so I wear jeans most of the time. I was wearing them yesterday, and my top was clean but maybe a bit slobby.  My hair was scraped back and I admit my grey regrowth should have been dealt with about two weeks ago.  Still, I was feeling okay... until I got to the checkout, where the girl serving me greeted me cheerily with, "Hi, how are you today? You look dead!"  Not "you look dead tired", just "you look dead".

I was a little taken aback but was prepared to believe I might have misheard her.  I said, "I beg your pardon?"  She repeated it more loudly, "You look dead!"  I said, "Oh."  At this point she may have realised she wasn't winning any points with me so she asked, "Umm.. have you had a busy day?"  I could have put her out of her misery but I was a tad snippy by then, so I stared her down and said, "No, not particularly."

Strangely, the conversation ceased at that point...


Hippomanic Jen said...

Yeah, way to win friends and influence people!

Then again, maybe she's a ghost whisperer and you did, in fact, look dead to her.

Givinya De Elba said...

Yeah, you gotta kill those conversations. That's not a great thing to say. Well done. Unless she is of course a ghost whisperer.

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