The Gas Station Attendent: Pitchin' More Woo?!?
a continuance from February 14th
Another odd exchange from this morning's pre-work Coffee Run
Gas Station Attendent (GSA): You haf nice car.
Me: ...
GSA: Cool car.
Me: ...
GSA: That will be $1.55. You like drive? (waggles eyebrows)
Me: (hands money over) ...
GSA: See you soon? (I swear to God he winked)
Me: (leaves)
The heck?
Sure, you might think (after reading this exchange) that it's a fellow simply being nice.
I beg to differ.
This guy wants to go Park with me.
Sure, who could blame him? I'm a nice looking fellow...the rapidly increasing presence of grey hairs gives me a rather Distinguished Look...but, c'mon...he's not my type.
Too swarthy. Mustachioed.
And...well...Male.
All flattery aside, I just want my damn coffee and NOT coffee with a Lecher Danish.
T
a continuance from February 14th
Another odd exchange from this morning's pre-work Coffee Run
Gas Station Attendent (GSA): You haf nice car.
Me: ...
GSA: Cool car.
Me: ...
GSA: That will be $1.55. You like drive? (waggles eyebrows)
Me: (hands money over) ...
GSA: See you soon? (I swear to God he winked)
Me: (leaves)
The heck?
Sure, you might think (after reading this exchange) that it's a fellow simply being nice.
I beg to differ.
This guy wants to go Park with me.
Sure, who could blame him? I'm a nice looking fellow...the rapidly increasing presence of grey hairs gives me a rather Distinguished Look...but, c'mon...he's not my type.
Too swarthy. Mustachioed.
And...well...Male.
All flattery aside, I just want my damn coffee and NOT coffee with a Lecher Danish.
T
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