Clouds & Minestrone.
Friday, January 20, 2006
So I'm getting a cup of coffee at the Green Mountain self-serve island at my local convenience store, and there's this guy in a fedora getting a bunch of cups too. He carries his stuff to the register about 30 seconds before me, and I arrive at the counter in line behind him.
Something shiny caught my eye and I was staring off into space as usual, not paying much attention. Suddenly, I realize I'm being talked about by the guy and the lady at the register.
"Is she yours?"
"Oh, no. Maybe, if she wants to be. (har har)"
"Oh, you were staring at her. I thought maybe she was your daughter or your wife."
By this point, I'm looking at both of them with my eyebrows raised.
"I think she's blushing."
It went on like that for about 5 minutes - they joked with each other about how he would be in trouble if he left his wife to be with me, and oh isn't that cute my face is turning red. Hello? I'm in the room. I CAN HEAR YOU.
After they got their guffaws, the guy handed me a coupon for a free coffee he'd earned by buying so much coffee.
"Thanks for putting up with me."
I think that's the first time I was ever flirted with in the third person.
posted by hilary at 11:12 PM |
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