When you see a pretty girl...

So, straight to the story...

It was a usual cart shift at Target today (aside from the cunt child that shat on the floor in the bathroom, forcing me to mop the place and try to contain my vomit). I was in the midst of pushing in a row of about 9 carts from the center of the parking lot, through the middle door that makes a loud "Bang" everytime a cart is forced against it, usually resulting in an Asian woman next to me letting out a surprised "oooo!" But this time was different...

As i was just about to make that familiar "bang" noise against the door, I caught one of the prettiest girls i'd ever seen out of the corner of my eye. The usual Jack thing to do would just be to pretend like i didn't see her and keep pushing the carts, seemingly untainted by her appearance in my peripherals. I was feeling... ballsy, per say. I turned my neck and looked at her, like... deliberately straining myself to make sure she knew i was looking at her, and smiled. She smiled back in that cute way girls do where they can't directly look you in the eyes (the little up-down) and then turned her attention back towards the pavement she was moving forward on; moving away from me and my carts. I could analyze her reaction to me in one of two ways. One (the positive way), she could have been the shy type (like me) that can muster up a smile but doesn't dare to delve deeper towards the potential for spontaneous small-talk, or (more awkwardly) some more "up-downs." Two (the negative way) is that she got weird-ed out and gave the same smile, and then quick staring at the ground, that I give to old, crippled people i catch staring at me in the mall.

Maybe it's this split that has me asking... what else could i have done? When you see a pretty girl, how do you maintain some level of ingenuity and coolness?; enough so you can say something that lets her know you're interested, without letting her know you're interested, and that hints at potential interest without seeming creepy or like every other tool dude that has probably approached such attractive-of-a-girl prior to you two interacting. It's weird..

Honestly, i didn't have the chance to even deliver a "Hey" in the position i was in. I was in the process of pushing in a row of carts up a slanted pavement before nailing a door that doesn't seem like it should be nailed... if i would have tried to make conversation my out-of-breathe voice, and job title that became identifiable to this female, would have suggested i have some sort of mental disorder. Remember, i cleaned human shit off the floor tonight. This was one of those girls that probably is working at Nordstrom, spraying perfume on the wrists of old, rich women. I don't think i will ever impress a girl whilst dressed in red and khakis, pushing carts at the Eagan Target. Wealth isn't power, it is confidence. Confidence that i may be depressingly repressed from, due to my financial situation. The good news... i'm young, and in the future i'm gonna be loooooooaded (Cue Smoke DZA music).

At the end of the day, i got a smile from a pretty girl. We'll leave it at that.

-Jack