Saturday, October 26, 2013

"Chick Magnet"

Today I was pulled into helping my little sister, Emma, and her friend, Anne, sell chocolate bars at Walmart for about half an hour (until I was relieved by my other little sister, Callie). I really hate selling chocolate bars; every field trip for school I've gone on since sixth grade, I've had to sell chocolate bars for money. Now, it definitely is not unprofitable to fundraise via selling chocolate bars outside stores; in fact, one can make around $400-600 in a six hour day. But it puts me in a grumpy, miserable mood--I hate dealing with people and trying to get them to buy something. One thing I am not going to be when I grow up is a saleswoman.

Anyways, I digress. I was sitting next to Anne in a camp chair, and this man, probably around his mid twenties, comes walking towards the entrance with a teeny, fluffy black dog trotting along next to him. We watched as three women, all with carts full of groceries, came out of Walmart just as he was about to turn, and immediately you could hear the coos of "Oh, it's so cute!" coming from them as they abandoned their carts to just crowd around this dude and his dog.

By this time I was just cracking up while they fawned over the dog; one of them even picked it up as the guy just stood there. One of them commented to the guy that he was walking around with a chick magnet; I just laughed some more. They finally set the dog down, and the poor thing tucked itself between the guy's feet, back to the women. The women finally went back to their carts and walked off, leaving the guy alone to attempt to get his puppy to go inside of the building; the poor thing was only eight weeks old, and I think it had a bit of a scare. It was really cute though. And I'm not a dog person.

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