J and I are at the checkout of our local supermarket where the cashier attempts to make J smile.
Cashier: Hello!.. Hello!...
A small amount of gurning later...
Cashier: He's not up for smiling today, is he?
Me: He's just a bit tired.
For reference, this is always a good stock-in-trade answer. She tries again, waving her hands.
Cashier: Hello!... Hello!...
I attempt to help things along by coaxing his cheek. He maintains a steely gaze.
Me: Go on, give the lady a smile.
CW: Ah well. That'll be £18.24 please.
I pay for the groceries. An old man squeezes past with his own bags.
Man: Hello little fella!
In full view of the cashier.J breaks out into the biggest grin I've seen in ages, complete with full arm and leg waving.
Man: Lovely.
Pause
Man: Do it again.
J obliges with another bout of smiling and waving.
Man: Do you know what? That has really made my day.
The man walks off smiling to himself.
Me: (moving away, not looking at the cashier) Has someone decided to wake himself up?
I find these little explanatory phrases fascinating. We're always using them to indirectly explain an action or justify a situation.
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