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45. TWO CASHIER GIRLS TALKING - NEW SEPT. 2007
Shall I draw some overarching conclusion from girl-trivia I observed? Okay. Just
ahead of me in the checkout line was a really swarthily handsome young guy,
perhaps Arab, dressed casually Western. The cashier girl didn't even seem to
notice, mechanically ringing up, bagging, and handing bags over. To her he might
as well have been an 80-year-old woman as far as I could tell.
But after he left the supermarket!
And the cashier girl one over had noticed too!
A nattering explosion!
With that conspiratorially knowing "all we girls together" semi-nervous laughter
such a kind shares back-and-forth with when they...
"He's handsome."
"He was goorgeous."
"And he had the most beauuutiful eyes." (He did.) Dreamy extension of vowels.
And etcs.
But.
Lots of buts.
"Do you think he's smart?"
Etc.
Down to
"Yeah, but he has a flat butt."
In less than a minute they'd loved him, dissected him...and dismissed him.
(Unless he returned for either of them.)
The first cashier girl, 18, 19, 20, short, already 20 pounds overweight, her
plain face inevitably turning into a fat little moon, the second tall, maybe
Latin, short black hair, almost a bob, a mannish face but still handsome (the
same age), neither a prize, ready to seize and hold or carve up and dismiss
whatever the male, dreamy, hungry, curt, nasty, unsatisfiable goddesses, marry
them at your own risk, expect few or no children, prepare to be loved at dawn
and tossed overboard at sundown to the sound of tittering laughter -- and in
this silly little episode I see the end of Western Civilization.
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