SMILE; it'll make you feel less horrible when you leave the grocery store

This post will be short and sweet-myself;manifested in a blog entry. But, the other day, as I was checking out at the grocery store, I noticed the bag boy looking at me. In my non expert, VERY assumptive opinion, I think he was mentally challenged by his demeanor and his gestures. Gestures-being the way he put my eggs at the bottom of the bag, underneath much heavier things such as a quart of milk. Or the gourmet bacon that hypnotizes me with her sweet spell every time! There's always a chance that he was just inexperienced in the bagging arts. So I don't know the official classification for it, but I am definitely not using those phrases insultingly, I mean them literally. I think at the very least maybe he might have had a social disorder? In any case, he smiled and naturally, I smiled back. But, in that very nervous, awkward manner. Sort of the smile version of the laugh you'd give when drunk Uncle Mike starts saying inappropriate things around your girlfriends. Then I immediately looked down, waiting to swipe my card as to avoid any further eye contact. In my peripheral, I could see he was still looking at me, waiting for me to catch his glances again. Every beep of the register slow-mo'ed...beep...beep..awkward...creepy...I did everything in my power to avoid this. Grabbing my bags, head hung and tail between my legs, and walked past him without even the slightest acknowledgment.

As soon as I got through the sliding glass doors, this feeling of guilt and sadness consumed me. There he was, this innocent guy, who's probably shunned and avoided by most society, women in particular, looking for a millisecond's worth of validation with something as simple as a smile. And I didn't give it to him. Yup, that's me, Captain Asshole right here *Raises hand*. All of a sudden in my mind, this guy's entire self worth fell precociously on my shoulders. And I destroyed it. Of course, I'm just flattering myself, cause' that's kinda what I do. But I couldn't get it out of my head. Not smiling means one thing to the recipient. Smiling is open for interpretation. And I'd rather give that misinterpretation than the alternative. So lesson learned, I'm smiling every time now. And why not? Time to exploit the braces I had in High school! You never know what it could do for someones day. And if you could change someones day, you might change their week, and their life and who knows, maybe next time you won't end up with 3 cracked eggs.