Culinary Lady.

So yesterday I was in Target and saw this little teeny bop Target girl staring at me kinda weird, I figured it was because I just happened to be in cackyish colored shorts and a red polo and she must have thought I was a fellow worker until she came up to me and said,
"Hey, you're the culinary lady. You came to my class last week."
"Ha, oh ya, ya I did." I akwardly replied.
I felt like a student when you see your teacher in public, all though it was technically the other way around. Especially since she called me lady. I'm not a lady. But I guess I'm not a girl, not yet a woman, either. Thanks B Spears. But anywho, it was weird. And to make it worse she even said,
"Ya, you even talked about Target in your presentation, too."
Which is true, I do talk about Target. But only when I am talking about our Fashion Merchandising Program because I talk about the lay out of Target. I don't know why I got as awkward as I did though. I think it might have had something to do with the fact that right when she saw me I was kinda mid way through throwing a "fit" with my mom because I really wanted to leave but she insisted on looking for an extension chord blah blab blah the girl walked up right when I was,
"But mom c'mon I wanna go, please mom, I wanna go," so I basically went from 10 year old to "lady" in a matter of seconds.
Here's the next uncomfortable moment of my day: sales girl at Dillards. Okay, so I'm just gonna put it out there; I have no friends here. Well, besides Sara but we're on kinda opposite schedules. So I'm buying all this sales shit at Dillards that I don't need and when I start ringing up my clothes I noticed that the sales girl is really cute, with a stylish little outfit and big Mary Kate and Ashley Trollson rings on so ya, I kinda had a friend crush on her. I know that sounds lezbo, but I just mean I wanted to be her friend. That sounds worse, I think I'll go with the lezbo feeling instead. But to continue with the story, she just seemed really cool and fun and I was like thinking how in another life we coulda been friends, me and Dillards girl. So we're just making small chat about the clothes and then she starts getting personal, and I start to think she wants to be my friend! But I got so tongue tied and nervous I totally blew my shot at a my first post college friend.
"So, where are you from?" She casually asks..
"Oh, uhhh, University. I'm from UNL."
She looks at me oddly.
"I mean, Im not from a University, it's not like I was born there." I start talking faster now, I wish I was making this shit up too, but I swear its sadly true.
"I mean I just graduated (lie) from UNL in Lincoln, which is in Nebraska and now I moved here."
At this point I'm beat red and so ashamed of my lack of social skills I grabbed my shit and got the hell out.
Which brings me to today. I had to go back to Target to pick something up for my mom and who do I see? Teeny bop girl.
"Wow, you do love Target don't do?"
"Ya, I guess, I do."
We make weird small talk and then I think, hey, maybe I finally have my first new friend. A 16 year old Target worker.