This week at work, I was told something by one of the few girls on the front end that I get along with that earned the response of, "Aw, that's so cute!" closely followed by "you've got to be shitting me" as I proceeded to hit my head on the register, drop a stack of baskets and start laughing hysterically at myself.

The something?

Patrick, the only cart boy I don't think is a wimp, wants her set us up.

Patrick is the store goof-ball, with a sweet, semi-mature and very chivalrous side to him. He's the sort that will open an automatic door for you while wearing a hat that says "Fire Me Please" on it and his name tag declaring him as "Superman". I don't know, but there's something endearing about that picture.

The extent of our interactions are as follows:

In passing..
"Hey, Patrick. How ya doin'?"
"Pretty good, Kate. How are you?"
Followed by a brief handshake while we both went on our merry way.

Sure, I've done my fair share of hair tossing and girly smiles when I knew he was watching, but he's also done his fair share of showing off with an elaborate show of pushing more carts than the other guys when he knew I was around.

What led up to him telling Rachel to set us up? Well...

On my break, I went outside to sit on the bench since it was nice out, not too hot and there was a nice breeze. Rachel and Patrick were already there, and I gathered later that she was in the middle of trying to convince him to follow up on a dare to go out with her very strange cousin, a very spacey blond girl who wears nothing but purple. Seriously. But, moving on, I sat down on the end of the bench, taking off my apron and tie. We then proceeded to make fun of the other cart boys, each other, and just generally be silly. Good fun on a fifteen minute break. I don't know what I said, but apparently, I said something that he found incredibly sweet and amusing. He spent the rest of the day inside "helping the guys in grocery" while, surprisingly, being nowhere near the department he was supposedly working in. Instead, he made sure he was around to shake my hand every time I was off register, making excuses to by drinks at my register when I was on it, and take baskets from me.

So, while I was getting a basket from underneath Rachel’s register, she teasingly goes, "Patrick likes you!"
Me: What?
Insert me hitting my head and dropping the stack of baskets and start laughing.
Rachel: Patrick likes you.
Me: Aw, that's cute... you've got to be shitting me.
Rachel: No, really. After you went to punch back in he said, "screw setting me up with your cousin, and set me up with Katie."

I still think that's adorable.