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45. TWO CASHIER GIRLS TALKING - NEW SEPT. 2007

               Shall I draw some overarching conclusion from girl-trivia I observed? Okay. Just ahead of me in the checkout line was a really swarthily handsome young guy, perhaps Arab, dressed casually Western. The cashier girl didn't even seem to notice, mechanically ringing up, bagging, and handing bags over. To her he might as well have been an 80-year-old woman as far as I could tell.
               But after he left the supermarket!
               And the cashier girl one over had noticed too!
               A nattering explosion!
               With that conspiratorially knowing "all we girls together" semi-nervous laughter such a kind shares back-and-forth with when they...
               "He's handsome."
               "He was goorgeous."
               "And he had the most beauuutiful eyes." (He did.) Dreamy extension of vowels.
               And etcs.
               But.
               Lots of buts.
               "Do you think he's smart?"
               Etc.
               Down to
               "Yeah, but he has a flat butt."
               In less than a minute they'd loved him, dissected him...and dismissed him. (Unless he returned for either of them.)
               The first cashier girl, 18, 19, 20, short, already 20 pounds overweight, her plain face inevitably turning into a fat little moon, the second tall, maybe Latin, short black hair, almost a bob, a mannish face but still handsome (the same age), neither a prize, ready to seize and hold or carve up and dismiss whatever the male, dreamy, hungry, curt, nasty, unsatisfiable goddesses, marry them at your own risk, expect few or no children, prepare to be loved at dawn and tossed overboard at sundown to the sound of tittering laughter -- and in this silly little episode I see the end of Western Civilization.
          

 

 

 

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