I had occasion to be at a local gas station/convenience store over the weekend. As I approached the counter with my bottle of Mountain Dew, my copy of Peddlers' Post, and the knowledge that I had used pump #9, the clerk said "Hiya, sexy." Now, she was turned sideways to me when she said it, but there wasn't anyone else in the store, so she must have meant me, right?
Apparently that thought process was tattooed across my face, given the look on her face when we made eye contact and I could then see the cell phone that she had cradled 'twixt shoulder and ear.
Turns out she had just called her husband. Good thing I didn't break out my standard response: "Ya think so? Then come over here and prove it."
Posted by Chris at April 24, 2006 08:41 PM