Nighttime!
A few interesting things today. Let’s see. I had barely clocked in at work when …I shall call her “Red Queen” came by my station. Red Queen works as our host, and could possibly be more popular with the customers than I! Late 50’s, curly red hair, and a hearty laugh. She reacts to my Listener energy often, stopping by to tell me any sort of story on a frequent basis.
“So PizzaShaman, the students that came in yesterday with your daughter…”
“Oh, yes. They wanted a picture for class. Thank you for letting my daughter in for that, Red Queen.” Normally, entry requires a meal swipe. Red Queen guards the door.
“Oh sure. Anyways one of the girls with your daughter was going on about ‘PizzaShaman is so hot, oh my gawd’” Red Queen grinned. "Then she goes, ‘Oh please don’t tell him that!’ "
I thought about who had come in with my daughter. I thought maybe 3-4 other students. Dude took my picture. My daughter. A girl with purple hair. Another chick or dude? Not sure.
“The purple hair girl, Red Queen?”
“Yes, that’s the one. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess. Thanks for telling me!” We shared big grins and a laugh.
About an hour later, purple hair girl comes through for food. I was curious. Was it true?
She walks by with a friend, makes eye contact with me, and smiles. I smile back.
They decide to get pizza, walk over to my spot. She makes eye contact again.
“Hello!” Big smile.
Damn this girl is bold. She never spoke to me before today.
“Hello!” smile What’s your name, miss?"
She’s thrilled I asked! I can feel it in the air.
“Purple Hair Girl” She tucks her hair behind her ear.
That means something good! My brain was asserting me in the moment.
“Well, pleased to meet you, Purple Hair Girl.”
The girls finish getting their food.
“Thank you.” I say it to the students. They eat my food, I keep my spot.
PHG gave another big smile. "Thank YOU!
My brain instantly pulled up an incident from …at least 10 years ago, maybe 12, when I was working in Pizza Chain and this lady was leaving the store. I said thank you to her, and after she left my (female) boss asked me why i was flirting with her (departing customer). “I said thank you?”
“Thank YOU! ??” she shot back, “sounded like flirting to me”
So my brain was telling me this girl was flirting with me. LOL
I’m thinking this is WB. I’m 42, this chick was 18,19 tops. Hilarious. Flattering. Bright colors means it’s dangerous!