”How are you doing?” The question from the little greeting girl in the sports store surprises me quite a lot. It’s my first visit to an American mall, and pretty much my first visit to a store overseas. Why does she want to know how I am doing? Do I know her? No, I don’t know her. Does she want to get to know me? ”Ehh….I’m ok” is my reply. Lame. But it could have been worse, hadn’t I realized pretty fast that this is how they do it over there and started a conversation with the little poor girl. It’s nice, makes me feel special. Wouldn’t work in Sweden though, the language and tradition would make it awkward. Maybe a vodka shot to greet the customers here...?
Santa Monica, CA, June 1994
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