So I stop at QT (Quick Trip) on my way into work for my work-nightly 32 oz. Diet Dr. Pepper at the soda fountain. As I approach the straw counter to top my beverage there's a young guy there with his 64 oz-er lidding his own and I pause waiting as I have to cross his reach to get my size lid.
After he moves his arm, he reaches over, grabs my size and in slow motion (or seemingly so) hands it to me. I look at him and as I thank him for the thin piece of blue plastic, I fumble it onto the counter and grasp it again. He smiles and said something like, "Butter fingers, eh it's all good. No worries like that..." Inside I'm laughing because he thinks I'm "giddy" over his gesture, which was very kind indeed. What I'm really thinking is, "How can I get out of taking this lid to avoid his touching my soda top so I don't have his germs but at the same time, be gracious at his being considerate and helpful and not look like a total bitch?"
I sucked it up and took the lid, used it and set it out of my mind. But as I exited the store I did snicker a little inside. This was a very young guy behaving quite urban and hip and not necessarily fitting that image; he was a poser but cute about it; a very respectable kid. And in his perception I can only imagine me seeming like a scattered girl who was just all thumbs because he showed me some kindness and I was shy and doofy over it. Don't know if this is translating right but it was just a vibe I got from him when he let me know it was "all good."
My germ phobia was misunderstood as a 'flirty fumble', if you will, which led to a boost in his ego which truly IS all good, I suppose. Oh, and I seem to have survived the beverage as well. LOL.