Checking You Out In More Than One Way

(My mom sent me to the store to pick up a few things on the day of my high school graduation. I approach the cashier, who appears to be at least 30 years old. At this store, the cashiers tend to be really friendly.)

Cashier: “Well, hello there, beautiful!”

Me: “Hi, thanks.”

Cashier: “How are you? Did you find everything? Can I help you find anything more?”

Me: “I’m all set, thanks.”

Cashier: “Wow. You’re really beautiful.”

Me: *really off guard* “Uh… thanks.”

Cashier: “What are you doing later today?”

Me: “…graduating from high school.”

Cashier: “Oh, cool, so you’re 18?”

Me: “No, I’m only 17…”

Cashier: “Oh. Call me in a year.”

(I haven’t seen that cashier since then. I kind of wish that I had told the manager, but I was so weirded out that I just left as fast as I could.)