I work at a bookstore. In case you didn’t already know. After graduating from UBC last year, I longed to get away from university life. And so naturally I continued working at the UBC Bookstore and am now on campus more often than I ever was as a student. Because you know, that makes perfect sense.
Last Saturday, I was working a the information desk. It was fairly quiet, as Saturdays in February tend to be. I question why people even come in on a Saturday. If you live on campus, maybe, but even then. Don’t you have better ways to spend your weekend? I think anyone who hangs around there on a Saturday has to be at least a little weird. I work there, so at least I have an excuse.
I was sitting at the desk looking up a book on the computer. I had the fan on beside me because despite being cold outside, it was very hot inside the store, especially in my area. It felt like I was in a sauna. Or hell. Whichever’s hotter I guess. I had it on a low setting, so it wouldn’t blow away the papers at the desk, or bother me if I was too close to it.
As I was working, this guy walked up to the desk and started to say something. At first I wasn’t sure whether or not he was talking to me. But he came over and said “You know what?”. There was a slight pause as I looked up at him, and he continued, “The way the wind is blowing against your hair like that, it looks really sexy”. Or something to that effect. I’m not sure if I responded or just looked at him stupidly. And then he asked, “How is that happening? Is it from the computer?”. And then he looked around confused as to where this wind was coming from. I pointed out to him that there was a fan right beside me. Yeah, if you couldn’t tell from his first comment, he wasn’t exactly the brightest person.
He also asked me what my name was, where I was from, and then shook my hand and said it was nice meeting me. And shortly after, he wandered away from the desk. I think he could tell that I wasn’t interested in any further conversation, unless it was to help him find a book. Maybe if he was young and hot, my reaction would have been different. But he wasn’t. They never are.
There are a few people who will tell you that for some reason weird people tend to be drawn to me. I don’t know why this is. But at least I end up with stories that other people can laugh at. And I guess a compliment is a compliment. At least now I know that my hair is working for me. I just wish I didn’t have to hear it in the form of a bad line from a creepy guy.