I thought for sure something was wrong with me at Walmart. Either my zipper was down-which I quickly confirmed was false. Or perhaps I was dressed funny (which actually isn't all that unusual-I put together weird things when I go out, out of laziness), but that usually doesn't get me overt stares. I thought maybe I looked strange, like a foreigner. I really couldn't figure it out. When I went to check out, I had Jonah and Joshua both in the cart. The cashier went on for what seemed ages, acting as my cheerleader, telling me over and over again that I was going to make it, and if I was lamenting going shopping without my husband there to help. She kept telling me, "You can do it! You're almost done!" and as I was leaving I heard a distant, "You can do it!" I thought she was really weird.
Then I went to a store called Shop Rite, because the Walmart I went to wasn't a Super Walmart. I got the same kind of reaction. People looking at me, then I realized, they are all looking at each other. People are people watching everyone to a much greater degree than I have become acustom to in Atlanta. I counted the cashiers words per scan. He averaged about 10 words per scan, and for a first time pantry stocking in a new city, it took a looong time to check out! He spent much of his time talking about paper and plastic and politics. It was interesting.
That's a small town for ya! I've never been much of a chatter at the check out stand, but I do like people watching! In all seriousness, it is fun to try out different places and ways of life. But we sure do miss ya'll there! We'll be happy to see your bright shiny faces in August, but don't get freaked out if I am people watching and not realizing it!
