Note to the Nosey Cashier at the Store:

 

It is none of your beeswax what kind of gum I chew.

 

I know that you are clearly bored with your job and are waiting for your eighteenth smoke break of the day (I could tell by your voice that you are at least a two-pack a day smoker), but let’s be realistic. I don’t like you making a mental note of what kind of gum I chew and I like it even less when you make observations about what kind of gum I chew.

 

Quite frankly, it weirds me out. 

 

I believe you told me I was an X-fanatic. (X in this case represents the chewing gum brand I like.) I’m quite sure that you are the same kind of person who would feel no qualms about commenting to someone on their choice to eat cheetos when they are obese or someone’s personal choice to drink a beer late at night. (I’d to think of what you say to someone who was incontinent.)

 

What’s in the shopping carts of your customers is none of your business. You are my cashier at the store. I want a friendly exchange with you and the correct change for my purchase, but I don’t want your opinions, observations, or judgments on my purchases.

 

When I heard your smoker’s cough and crotchety-sounding voice, I did not ask you how many cigarettes you had smoked today. When I noticed the male cashier at the next checkstand checking out the guy’s derriere in front of us, I did not ask him about his sexual preferences because it’s none of my business. Nor did I comment on any of my fellow shoppers choice of purchases.

 

 Because it’s none of my business.

 

So, the next time you are fascinated by my choice in gum (because I know how exciting my gum choices are to you since I am America’s Next Top Blogger—please note the sarcasm here), please contain your enthusiasm until your smoke break or at least until you can secretly text it to whoever you know who cares. Which is no one.

 

To give you some credit, you may just be trying to make some conversation. And that’s fine, but there are other things you can talk about. The weather is always a fine conversational ice-breaker. The End of Days is not normally a great conversational topic and neither are my personal preferences or what I put in my grocery cart.

 

So there.

 

Thanks for nothing.

 

becksta

PS  Image credit to flickr user zoovroo