I was at a gas station and I went inside and bought a newspaper for my dad. The cashier started flirting with me. I dropped the paper on the counter and handed him the money. He goes, "Are you Russian?" I'm like "no" but I smirked a little. "Polish?" "No"....He kept naming an ethnicity after another and asking me. He was sort of unconventionally cute but I guess it was bad timing with my parents in sort of a hurry, I'm nervous, etc.