I swear, I've never done anything to her. I'm friendly with everyone else who works there, not like besties or anything, but we'll chitchat casually about our cats, some new product, blah blah blah.
So, I'm in there today (or technically yesterday) looking for shampoo bars. I've been trying to reduce the amount of plastic waste I create by simply existing, and I feel like bathroom stock is my biggest contributor - shampoo, conditioner, lotions, body wash, and about 20,000 skincare products. Anyhoot, they have shampoo bars, but they're like $15 each. $15! WTF?!? How am I supposed to support my local economy when you're pricing me out of it? And it's not even my local economy, it's some corporate brand called Kitsch that'll eventually be bought out by Unilever or P&G or some other monster, like how Clorox bought out Burt's Bees and absolutely ruined it.
I decided I'll instead find bar shampoo on Etsy (small businesses do still exist there, as long as you can avoid all the AI and dropshipping slop) and wandered aimlessly into their small metaphysical/witchy section. I picked up a bell that looked nearly identical to one my dad owned and decided I wanted it, despite what I just said about dropshipping 2 seconds ago. I'm making small talk with one of the employees about it, and there's this other lady who works there with the most sour look on her face. She always looks sour when I'm in there, but RBF is totally a thing so I've never judged her for it. I've seen her be friendly with other customers, even though I've never really interacted with her, myself. But it's nearing closing time, I'm the only customer left in the store and I'm ready to check out. Other employee and I are going off about bells and altars and what she wants to do with her altar, and RBF just like...stomps off. Yes, stomps. Like a toddler, even though she and other girlie had been chatting just fine 20 seconds before I walked up.
It just sorta clicked then. She doesn't have RBF, she just doesn't like me. That's kind of awesome, isn't it? I seriously love that for her. I'm not trying to be snarky or anything, I just think it's kinda cool that there's something about me that sets this woman off.Elle started dating Jay in 9th grade, and sought me out, followed me around, and it was weird. The first time she introduced herself to me, she was like "Hi, I'm Elle, didn't my boyfriend used to have a crush on you in 8th grade?"

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