My Future Self

One of my favorite regulars came in today. She is this tiny little old lady who swears a lot. She was purchasing something at the camera counter and I was on the phone with another store. The Head Photo Specialist was ringing her up and we said our greetings while I was hold. Apparently the total for her pastries was more than she wanted because next thing I know she is leaning over the counter inspecting her pastries, looking at the two of us for inspiration or answers. She keeps saying
"Goddamnit"
in this cute, high, old-lady voice and my coworker could not stop laughing. I'm back on hold, so I tell my coworker that she is me in the future. This sends her into another fit of giggles. This woman tells us that we are her two favorite people who work here so I told her
"We like you too. And I like how much you swear."
Obviously, my coworker laughed at that too. All of a sudden, this woman yanks off her hat and says
"Look! I got a haircut! What do you think?"
I don't think much, because it is an odd shape for her head and it is too piece-y. But I say
"Oh, thats cute!"
"Liar! You're a liar! It looks terrible!"
Luckily I was back on the phone with our other store so I couldn't properly respond to her. After the Photo Specialist was done ringing her up for one pastry (two cost too much), another woman and our manager came to the counter with an old-people-grocery-cart. You know, those black ones that wheel around. Our favorite looked at the cart, then the woman, then the manager and said
"Ooh. I like that. You guys sell that here?"
I don't know what it was, perhaps the child-like interest and the quick change of subject, but for some reason her response sent me and H.P.S into another fit of giggles. Our laughing made our manager grin goofily and finally I just had to walk away. Not too far though, because I was still on the phone.