Rodrigues

In a supermarket buying a chocolate pudding and some daffodils, the girl at the check-out asks me how I am.  She has glitter around her eyes.  I say that I am okay and ask the same in return.  She says I am lucky to be going home.  She is working until eleven.  I comment how miserable that must be, especially on Valentine's day.  She says, 'Don't say that.  You'll make me cry'.  For fear of causing more distress, I change the subject.  I am worried that I am holding up the queue as I have difficulty understanding the answer.  She writes it for me on a till receipt.  We wish each other good evenings.  She has been in London for three years.