Oh, sugar pill.

So this morning I went to work completely well rested and feeling pretty good (sunburn aside). I had a few conversations with customers I don’t usually chat with, and I was making drinks on bar, alert and awake. Next thing I know a customer I don’t really love comes in and, after ordering, walks around to the bar. He says that I look focused and that I look like I’m deep in thought. I shoot him a small, quick smile, while making a bunch of drinks, and say that I am. He then tells me that deep thinking won’t get me anywhere and that I should try smiling. Then, when I ignore that and hand him his drink, he tries once again to tell me to smile for him.

I’m sorry. What?
Thinking won’t get me anywhere?
I should try smiling? Would he say that if I were a guy?
Why should I put on a performance for him? I wasn’t being mean or anything. I just wasn’t smiling like a Barbie doll or performing for him.

And now I’m in a pissy mood.
This isn’t the first time an older guy is offended and taken aback when I’m not giddy and giggling when they try chatting with me.
It’s not the first time I’ve been ordered by a customer to smile.

Hey, heads up, if you want me to smile, why not take a genuine interest in me and try a real conversation instead of trying to get me to smile because I *should*?
I’m not great at taking commands.
I’m not great at faking being happy to see someone because they say I should be.
Just because I’m not smiling like an idiot for you for no reason doesn’t mean I’m not in a good mood.
Well, I guess now it does.

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