Hello friendly coffee shop man, I’d like latte, please.
Yes, I’ll have a friendly chat with you. It’s nice to shoot-the-shizzle while I’m waiting for my glorious latte.
Waitwaitwait. No, now you’re flirting with me.
When did ‘chat’ become ‘flirt’? Now I have to cool off so you don’t think I’m flirting back. I’ll put my wedding ring frosted hand on the counter for good measure.
Does this happen to anyone else?? My friendly Americanness keeps backfiring and innocent chats turn into weird hot-potato situations where I start trying to throw people’s flirtation back at them without having to touch it.