So there I was, on the floor and briskly walking down to get a book for someone. There she was, on the floor and in my way. I go left, she goes left. I go right, she goes right. We then start spinning around each other, awkwardly giggling for a second and then I’m like, “Jaysus, we’re starting a bit of a dance here.” I break out of it,walk off ,and get the book for the customer.
I’m back on the till when she comes up again. This time she has her husband with her.
Me: “Ah, you’re the one I was dancing with.”
Glinda: “Ha, ha! Oh, yes.” She continues to smile while her husband glares back at me, then back to her, then back to me.”
She looks back to him and translates what I’ve just said to her.
He doesn’t seem too pleased.
Me: “Who doesn’t like to add a bit of dancing into the shopping experience.”
She smiles and laughs. The husband glares at me again.
The transaction is finished and they go off on their way. They’re speaking to each other; she’s laughing and he isn’t too pleased. He glares at me before he leaves the floor.
I know I didn’t plan the dancing, but I thought it was a nice touch. Too bad the husband didn’t seem to agree. I guess husbands don’t like when you unintentionally start dancing with their wives. # BaldManProblems.