First Day

Day 1 started out pretty interesting. As I'm standing behind the counter, a man dressed from head to toe in Alabama gear walks in - middle aged, Alabama hat, red pants, #13 national championship shirt on. He looks directly at me and states:

• "You're new."
  
• Yes.
• "I knew it the second I saw you picking your nose."(what?????? I definitely was not picking my nose). "You're not as pretty as the rest, but I guess you'll do." (I seriously don't think he was kidding - I'm used to people giving me a hard time but not used to people telling me I'm outright ugly. People usually keep those comments to themselves.)
  
• "Where are you from?"
• I go to pharmacy school at Auburn.
• "Well you weren't born at Auburn's pharmacy school were you?"
• No sir, I'm from Birmingham.
• "Which part?"
• Vestavia.
• "Ah, there's no telling how much you have to pay to get in that school. Lots of money. (I'm uncomfortable at this point). One day you're gonna find you a man that's going to be an Alabama fan and he's going to show you the right way and you'll have lots of Alabama babies."
• Too late, I've already found me an Auburn man.
• "You'll dump him. You got any kids?"
• No sir.
• "You practicing yet?" (My face turns bright red at this point - I'm very very very uncomfortable and can't come up with any response. All of the other employees are laughing and the owner is telling him not to do that to me.)

And the good news is....he comes into the pharmacy daily just to say hey. Great. Something to definitely look forward to.