It Must Have Been A New Moon
(This particular customer is a semi-regular who tends to loiter around the new age and paranormal sections. She has knee-length flowing blonde hair and is fond of hippyish clothing. Tonight, I notice her staring at me from a distance for a few minutes with a subtle, knowing smile.)
Me: “Hello, how are you today? Would you like any help?”
Customer: “Good, quite good. I don’t need any help, but can I just talk to you for a minute?”
Me: “Sure. What would you like to talk about?”
Customer: “You. I just have some questions about you. You work here quite a lot, don’t you? At night. I see you every night I come in.”
Me: “Yes, I do tend to work here Thursday and Friday nights.”
Customer: “I notice cause you’re so pretty. Such long dark hair and pale skin.”
Me: “Umm, thanks.”
Customer: “What’s your name?”
Me: “It’s [my name].”
Customer: “That’s a lovely name. A very old fashioned name. You don’t really hear it anymore.”
(By this point, I’m getting confused as I didn’t think my name was that uncommon. I’m not sure what point she’s trying to make.)
Customer: “What else do you do, other than working here?”
Me: “I’m in my fourth year of uni. My major is Science, but I do some electives in Literature and History.”
Customer: *smiles* “Ahhh. So you’re quite educated, as well.”
Me: “I guess you could say that.”
Customer: “Well, I had better not waste any more of your time. But I just want to tell you that I understand now, and I won’t tell anyone.”
Me: “Ah, okay. About what?”
Customer: “Your secret. That you are one of them. A vampire.”
(The customer leaves while I just stand there confused.)
Coworker: “What’s up?”
Me: “I f****** hate Twilight…”
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