Is this an NSV, or is it just weird?

This morning I drove to a liquor store up in KY (this TN county and all the surrounding ones are dry, so KY is the nearest place to buy booze) to buy 100-proof vodka so my husband can make a cordial he calls “stumpblower” out of the pulp he extracted from last year’s blackberries.

At the liquor store I had to ask one of the guys working there for help finding the 100-proof vodka. He was maybe in his late 30’s, pleasant and helpful. After I picked out the vodka (I chose the cheapest because my husband's past efforts at making stuff like cider and fruit cordial have not worked out well enough to justify something like Absolut), we walked up to the counter. I gave him cash and instead of just handing me the change, he pressed into my palm and kind of squeezed my hand. I’m not sure if that was an NSV because he was attracted to/flirting with me (in which case he must prefer older women, because I'm almost 60), or just weird.

Years ago I read somewhere that touching a customer’s hand during a transaction like that is an effective way to make a personal connection to them, thereby building customer loyalty. I don’t know if I believe that. I don't think it's something a Yankee would do (but I haven't lived in the northeast for 14 years), but that’s the first time it’s happened to me here in the south. I very rarely touch customers at JCP unless I’m doing a bra fit, and then I tell the customer in advance what I’m going to do so she doesn’t jump a mile when I touch her. I love to hug my old lady customers but even then I always ask for permission, like saying, “Is it OK if I give you a hug?”

What would you think if something like that happened to you? Good, bad, indifferent?

 

So ya still got it in ya! You go Jean!!!!
Last year I was in Barnes and noble, and i will admit I had on a nice pair of well fitted jeans on, I had the curves going on. This young "kid" like probably 20, kept passing by me while I was looking at the Christian books. Then he asked me a question about a book, and I flat out told him, I didn't know anything about the book he was asking about. and then he extended his hand to me and introduced himself asking me my name, and trying to strike up a conversation wih me. His name was Francisco with a heavy Spanish accent! I got flustered and moved away to another aisle. I Sat back down with my husband, but I had a big ****ting grin. It was kinda cute to explain to my hubby what had just occurred.

Yeah a sweet little NSV to be sure!
Prek3

I sure hope it was a big ol' NSV, with you I'm sure it was!! If it was me he'd still be spittin'  teeth, but I'm, just that way. Don't believe it's ever happened to me tho, maybe it's a southern thing.

Go for the "making a pass" theory! We oldies can still make the grade! Big smile, well deserved. Course, at the age of 20, you would have threatened him with violence if you were anything like the feminist I was back then!

But, as my now over-60-post-feminist self, I got a tremendous ego boost when a (decidedly distinguished and sexy) businessman tried to pick me up in a pub. Have to say, didn't realise that that was what was happening until my daughter enlightened me!

You Go Jean!  Take it as a compliment and affermation. At our age it is our story to tell like we want too. Or at least my age  since you are much younger.

I've gotta say that that has never happened to me, though a number of years ago (I was fat then) I was taking a drunk to the hospital and he kept patting my side as I took his vitals and startied his IV, so I moved back. Then he took to patting my leg and I would take his hand off pointedly. His next move was to say "you wouldn't mind going out with me would you"? I told him that yes, I would mind and that I was married. So, he came back with "well your husband wouldn't mind". I told him that yes, he would mind, and that it was my husband who was driving, though it was just my partner (much younger).   I had taken this turkey in 2 other times when he was having fake heart attacks. He would insist on going to a different hospital each time since he was just a drug seeker and most of the ED's got him figured out pretty soon and put his name on their secret list of other drug seekers. After I dropped him off I told him quietly that the next time we got called for a fake heart attack or other such nonsense I was going to ask the police to accompany us in. He believed the bluff and let me alone and was not heard from again. I got all the good ones.  For a stretch I got nothing but drunks and hugely obese naked guys. I never had a problem with obese people (I was one) but the naked ones who were unconscious in small spaces weren't fun. They don't make us with handles, or at least any that I would agree to using!  Nobody wanted to work with me, calling me the "Sh** Magnet.

 

A month or so ago, I had a drunk guy at JCP pull down his sweatpants (no undies that I could see) and asked me what size they were. I told him to do it himself and directed him to the men's fitting room.

We have a few female problem customers. One of my coworkers who works full time as a nurse at a nearby hospital calls those ladies "frequent flyers." Either they end up in the ER under some pretense, or in the back seat of a police car.

Jean, this is not something a Yankee woud do, lol!!!  Outside of that, baby boy wa****ting on you, hahaha!!!

Yeah, he was a baby boy all right. Could be my grandson.

Those youngins can be a good thing, you get to break them in. At least that is what I hear! But then again, " breaking in" my one and only boyfriend/husband was work enough for me!!! 30 years later, had proved to be a good investment in time and training! LOL
Prek3

Yes  - a total NSV! You go girl! I actually had a man ask me out 2 weeks ago IN FRONT of my 3 kids. My youngest was talking to my dh on my cell while it happened. I politely explained to the man that I was married and then he sort of sulked away. Must admit that it felt pretty good......I have not been hit on in years. I guess we still got it.