Saturday, 9 December 2006

I fell in love with the marks & spencers checkout girl

ok, so let's kick this off as god [tom] intended when he created blogging, other than the fact he might get to read a few secret confessions of the girls he went to high school with of course, i'm a little miserable just now, y'know it goes without saying that i'm woe, but y'know, i reckon i could even be described as 'blue', and i'm not a smurf, though i do still think smurfette is hot. 

If i was 14-19 year old girl i'd claim i had SAD in a desperate attempt to live life like the magazines and blame my mood on chemicals rather than reality. But as we all know 90% of people who claim this are undiagnosed and simply attempting to glamourise the rather mundane human emotion of sadness. So i won't, my current rather minorly deflated mood is down to the more conventional causes of long days and empty heart, y'know, like every one else.

Anyway, the point in this isn't to whinge and moan about the soulessness of my existence, i know bad news sells, but i don't wanna sell bad news...erm.. baby. No, i want to sell encouragement. When you're feeling a little under the weather you're more sensitive to the little things that make you happy, like the other day when i did a poo and it made the shape of a smiley face in the bowl, that was most excellent, but more accurately the way people treat you when they don't have to.

I'll explain, i went shopping today, now it's a saturday, it's december, understandably everyone i encountered was acting like a cunt, and there were hundred of them, shop assistants with no smiles, grunts from strangers, people pushing in and out of queues, y'know, normal human behaviour. So when a checkout girl makes the effort, despite what has clearly been a long day of constant serving to stuck up middle class women in neutral colours, to smile, say hello, engage in pleasent conversation while the purchases are going through, it's like a hole opens up in the sky and a beam of heart warming sunlight shines down upon all the people in range, or more accurately, y'know, it' cheers you up a little.

Of course it helped the she was hot.

But the long and the short of it is, i feel better, and now i'm in the frame of mind to be pleasent to anyone i happen to encounter today.. thus perpetuating the chaos effect of good humour.

This little story was brought to you with an appeal, if you work in the service industry at all this weekend, do it with a smile, ask the customer about themselves or their day, make it your job to put a brief smile on their face.. y'know.. christmas spirit and all.

Holy shit i've turned into a hippy.. i'm off for a bath in bleach.

x

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