So, 9 PM on a Saturday night, and I’m in the checkout line of Super Fresh. The younger floor manager guy, who I see every week, went out of his way to acknowledge my specific existence. “Hey man, how you doing?” This means:
1) I am now a “regular” at Super Fresh. This is pleasing to me.
2) The floor manager feels bad for me, “at superfresh on a Saturday night huh? Yeah me too.” No, he didn’t actually say that. It was implied.
3) Am I supposed to hang out with him now?
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April 16, 2005 by E1st
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No, but you have to do that chin thing. You know, like a backward nod. The chin greeting. You have to do that now.
I head dip. I never chin greet. Come now, AE, you know me better than that.
But of course. How silly of me.