When I was in my mid-20s, I got a job as a checkout guy at a well-known health foods supermarket chain, in an upper-middle class suburban area. For the most part I enjoyed the job and getting to chill with my coworkers. The clientele was a wild card – you had your health food nuts, your chill regulars, your crazy regulars, middle-aged stay at home moms who had an above-average grocery budget, and more. Overall not that different from your average retail/food service gig, but one thing I realized early on was that this chain tended to attract a certain kind of girl – usually of the artsy, hippie or hipster-type persuasion. Another thing I realized was that if you were decent looking and charming, a checkout guy could pull mad tail among the store’s customers, if you were so inclined. A little about me – I am (and was) 6’4” tall, white, a little on the lanky and thin side, but I wear it well. Very long hair, stubble, a couple of visible tattoos, play in a band. Honestly, if you imagine a typical “health food checkout guy” I’m probably not that far off. I’ve never been a player or your typical jacked “hot” guy, but I’m definitely a certain kind of girls’ “type”, as I would find out. I have a few fun stories of my time working here to share.