…or do I?
A rainy night at the local grocery store. Picture a somewhat tired looking, somewhat damp looking, young woman with curly blonde hair standing in line at the grocery store as the cashier scans her 6-pack (of OJ) and box of donuts she is purchasing for a work function early the next morning. The following exchange occurs between her and the bagger (a young woman in her teens?):
Bagger: Wow. I like your scarf.
Woman: Thank you.
Bagger: You look like you should be someone important. Are you a teacher?
Bagger: Are you a Doctor?
Bagger: How bout a Lawyer?
Woman: Nope. I work for a non-profit.
Bagger: Oh. (long pause) Cuz you look really smart. You look like you should be a teacher or a doctor or something.