The Inconvenience Store

Every time I walk into a convenience store for morning coffee, usually while I am filling up my gas tank, I have to make a decision. Am I going to smile at the people in the store, whereupon at least one man will take this as an invitation and hit on me, or am I going to walk in with Resting Bitchface, leave my sunglasses on, and have at least one man tell me to smile so that I will be worthy of his hitting on me. There is a third choice, and that’s to smile only at the women, children, and g...