Pick on ‘em

—“Will you please take those stickers off your hand!”
I said that to pretty *****, my pharmacist at a nearby supermarket.
She was processing one of my prescriptions.
She giggled, then chirped about the stickers reminding her to do something.
***** isn’t gorgeous, but she is pretty. A tiny waif, probably not over 100 pounds.
Beautiful waist-length brunette tresses, and she wears it full-length.
She’s married, and has two children (I think). How anyone so tiny and skinny carried ‘em to term I can’t figure.
I’ve met her husband too — he’s normal.
I met ***** years ago. She was working at a big-box nationwide pharmaceutical chain. Licensed as a pharmacist, but only a minion.
I called her “angry-*****” at that time. Once she was assigned to give me a tetanus-shot. “Uh-oh…… Gotta be on my best behavior; it’s ‘angry-*****’.”
My supermarket set up an in-store pharmacy. I walked in, and there she was.
“Wait a minute!” I said. “What are you doing here?”
She’d come across the street. “Wanna join me?”
“Angry-*****” is now “pleasant-*****.” Much happier, and she is head-honcho.
I quickly realized angry-***** was actually up-the-wall *****.
***** is not an easy-smiler, but I did get a giggle.
“Someone’s been out in the sun,” I said to her earlier. Her arms and face were bronzed.
That didn’t go very far, but my sticker comment did.
Pick on ‘em; they love it! Picking on them is attention; especially from an aging geezer no longer hot-to-trot.
***** was wearing a mask, but her eyes told me she was smiling.
A pretty lady smiling at me makes me melt.
I have other lady-friends, some smilers, and some not.
My lifeguard-friend at Canandaigua’s YMCA swimming pool is not an easy-smiler.
Once she told me she used Gmail and Google Chrome®.
“The Dark-Side, eh?” I remarked.
Smirk! The slightest wisp of a smile.
That lifeguard is 64 years old, but doesn’t look it. Not gorgeous either, but stately and statuesque.
And I love getting that smirk.
Another time she dipped her foot into the swimming-pool.
“Wait a minute!” I shouted. “You can't do that! Over the three years I been coming here, never once have I seen a lifeguard get wet.”
SMIRK! I was picking on her, and she loved it.
Most times I don’t say much to pretty *****. But she likes my picking on her.
This was only my first try, but it seemed she enjoyed it.
Giggle — chirp!

• I did aquatic balance training in the Canandaigua YMCA’s swimming-pool, two one-hour classes per week — plus a third hour on my own. Thanks to COVID-19, I haven’t been able to do it for months. (Canandaigua’s YMCA is closed.)
• Anything Google is “Dark-Side.” And NO WAY are they driving my car!