I never thought that having a security guard at Job #2 was really that necessary. But while I'd wait for my mom to come and pick me up, I'd ask him how his day was going because I'm a nice person and I do things like that. So sue me. By the time I had my own car to drive, the young guard's glassy-eyed stare had become unnervingly friendly. "Have a nice night," I'd say as I walk out the doors, but would keep my sight straight ahead.
I left work after a particularly rough eight-hour shift and just wanted to fall asleep. I passed the security desk and I dug through my purse for my keys when he suddenly leaned over and thrust something in front of me. He held out a raspberry fruit leather and said, "Have you ever tried this before?" I was completely taken aback and I stuttered, "Umm, no... Are they any good?" He replied in the affirmative and I dashed back to my car, wondering where he got the notion that fruit roll-ups equal flirtation.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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That's a little awkward, a little unnerving, and a little hilarious...oh what boys consider "flirting"...yikes! haha!
That's hilarious. Once my sister-in-law had a guy say, "Hey, I thought maybe we could go to 7-Eleven and get a pickle some time." She was like, Um, no. I think he was just trying to be sweet 'cause he knew she liked pickles, but still.
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