Target was nearly empty as I was shopping today, making me an easy mark for the phone upgrade people often stationed near electronics. Rather than be rude, I smiled and shrugged. "I can give you two minutes," I said firmly.
"Can you give me five?" she countered. "It could save you a thousand dollars."
"We'll see," I replied.
She was a very nice young woman, but our conversation may have rattled her a bit because she was having trouble logging on. "The reception is terrible back here," I commented as we waited for the slow circle on her screen to stop turning. "I don't know how you get anything done."
"Do you have any discounts on your account?" she asked, perhaps to pass the time.
I nodded. "We have an educator's discount."
She laughed. "I knew you were a teacher!"
I tilted my head. "How?"
"My mom is a teacher," she explained. "And you are a lot like her. Very direct and clear about what you expect, but nice and supportive, too."
"Thanks," I said. "You're five minutes are up, though."
Her face fell.
"I can give you five more, though," I shrugged.
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