The following conversation took place this morning at my local supermeracto. Translated as best I can from Italian:
Cold cuts counter man after he gave me my salami di Napoli order: "Are you married?"
CCM: "No?! How is that possible?"
Me: "We talked about this last year."
CCM: "Well, I thought maybe things had changed. We should go out."
Me: "I have a boyfriend." (I don't)
CCM: Looks confused as if my reply is completely irrelevant to our conversation. After a beat he says, "Oh, okay, well then you let me know when you want to go out. Understand?"
Me: "Uhmmm" (He spoke so quickly. I wasn't sure what he said.)
CCM: "Yes, you say, 'Francesco (not his name) let's go out.' Okay? Understand?"
Me: "Oooh Okay, have a nice day."
CCM: "You too, beautiful."
Trust me, this NEVER happened to me at Gelsons, or Bristol Farms supermarkets in L.A. Last year Francesco gave his number, after I told him I had a boyfriend. He said we could still practice Italian. Bwahahah
I thought it would be awkward to go back to my favorite supermarket when I didn't call him. But, he was perfectly professional.
I was caught off guard this morning. A year later and Francesco is still trying to get his mack on? Living here cracks me up.