I seriously am going to start wearing headphones whenever I'm not holed up in my store's grooming salon.
I wear a bright blue smock and black pants for my uniform, and I don't even bother to unzip the smock during lunch (doing so typically unleashes a storm of loose fur that's been trapped). The grocery next to my store has a little dine in area, so I'll usually buy a sandwich and drink my water while browsing the internet.
Yesterday, it was pouring and the lines were slow, so I was especially grumpy, having lost a third of my break to being sodden and the self-checkout not taking my money. I felt bad for being short with the person manning the registers, but I was stomach rolling over itself levels of starving and again, wet to the bone. I did go back and apologize before fleeing into the rain again.
Anyway, finally, I get lunch, served with a side of stares because, once again, soaked to the bone. It looked like I'm the one who took a bath instead of the dogs. I set up my phone and start reading when I hear someone say excuse me.
I ignore them. The call comes again, louder. I ignore them again. I'm on my lunch, food is about to enter my mouth, it's going to be delic - someone touched my shoulder. I have major personal boundary issues, so much so my coworkers/friends will ask before giving me physical affection. So, I jump, nearly spitting out the single bite of delicious lunch I had.
Person is an older woman who looks like she'd own a big lab or a cat from the black fur on her white shirt. She starts asking me questions about grooming and what she could get at this store that was comparable to mine. When I told her I don't look at grocery aisles except for cat toys and litterboxes, she got huffy with me, saying I ought to know. I don't remember exactly how I worded it, but I basically said "I have a discount at my store and the food, supplies, and atmosphere are much better there than here. You're also asking for me to give you information on what could be considered a competitor. And I'm on my lunch. Please leave me alone."
I think she stared at me as I proceeded to inhale my sandwich, staring intently at my phone all the while, but she didn't say anything. She finally left me alone, so I could eat, go apologize to the cashier, then run back to my job to finish up my shift.
Funny thing though, she's not the first person to talk to me in the other store about my job. I don't mind - if I'm in line or otherwise not on my phone. But I only get 30 minutes you all, and typically my lunches are my best meals ever because it's between a lot of heavy lifting. Please let me eat in peace. I'll talk to you walking, standing in line, wherever else.