Today was one of those days that was packed with work and errands. I prioritized my schedule carefully, placing the most important task at the start of my day. That task was a trip to Costco to ensure I wouldn’t run out of food or toilet paper.

I Love a Good Crowd

Most days, I don’t like crowds, but at Costco, it’s the crowds I like best. It means there are enough people around that I’m never stopped by another shopper who has a question about an item’s location or wants my opinion on a product. It happens to me at other stores all the time, but never at Costco.

That is until today.

Why Me?

I don’t know why people approach me like that. When I go shopping, I’m a woman on a mission. I know what I want and I know where to find it. I want to be in and out, wasting no time. And when someone approaches me and asks if I can help them with something, I don’t respond right away. My first instinct is to make sure my purse is secure and to take a mental snapshot of the person in case I need to pick them out of a police lineup at a later date.

To me, that doesn’t scream, “Hey, I’m friendly and approachable. Ask me anything!”

Confession Time

But I admit, once I determine the person isn’t a serial killer, I’m gracious and will provide whatever help I can, even though I’m still perplexed by their decision to pick me as their personal shopping buddy.

While these occurrences cause some serious overthinking on my part, there is one thing I’m certain of, and that is if this becomes a regular occurrence, I plan to submit a job application. If I’m going to be helping customers, I might as well be on the payroll.