C - not an Ethiopian flag at the grocery store

Beaverton OR

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This was some time around July 10th. I don't mean to bother you, and I don't (almost) ever hit on women while they're working. Being nice is usually just being nice, but I think you were smiling under your mask. I've been back in several times but not seen you again, so I felt like writing this. Maybe it was your last day or you work at a different store usually. I came in with my (douchey) friend and I noticed you (because you're attractive) on a break outside wearing a green dress while I was walking in. My friend and I were waiting together to check out, when you called me over to your empty register. You were good looking and your dress offered a tempting glimpse of bare skin that took work to ignore. I did look at your hands and didn't see any rings. I commented on your flag pin, guessing wrongly that it was Ethiopia and then went on my merry way. I remember your name, but don't intend to post it. I've been hoping I would see you again, but since I haven't, writing this has been a little cathartic. I'm sure you won't see this, but I hope I'll see you and strike up a conversation when you aren't a captive audience.