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This happened earlier this week and I’m still cringing. I was at a small store buying snacks when the cashier handed me my change. As I grabbed it, our fingers barely touched. Now, any normal person would just move on. Not me.
For some reason my brain short circuited and I panicked and said, Sorry! like I had just committed a crime. The cashier looked confused and said, It’s okay? And instead of stopping there, I doubled down.
I said, I just didn’t want it to be weird. WHY would I say that. Now it was weird.
He stared at me. I stared at him. There was a line forming behind me. I tried to laugh it off but it came out like a nervous goat noise.
To escape the situation, I grabbed my bag and confidently walked into the wrong door. It wasn’t the exit. It was the supply closet. I opened it. Made eye contact with a mop. Closed it slowly. Turned around to the entire line watching me.
Then I finally left. I can never go back there. That store belongs to them now.
TL;DR: Accidentally touched a cashier’s hand, tried to make it not weird, made it extremely weird and then walked into a closet.
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