(BTW, if anyone actually GETS that title {hint-it's a song reference} they get a BIG GOLD STAR!)
I come in contact with ALOT of really weird people in my line of work. There's this one, and he comes in every single morning and then later in the afternoon. I would guess him to be around my mom's age (early 50s). Every single time he comes in, he says to me "Let me see that gorgeous smile" or something like that.
At first, I wasn't weirded out. I spent 6 years in braces--I have a beautiful smile.
Then he asked for my phone number.
I told him I wasn't single, he made some kind of stammering, embarrassed remark about how lucky any guy was to be with me, blah, blah, blah.
Enter the creeps. Seriously. Ick.
So he keeps this up. Every single time he sees me. He says something about my smile (which you all know makes you smile anyway, and then you're standing there smiling and beet-red, just praying for death or pestilence or SOMETHING) and then he continues to inquire about how I've been and whatnot; all the while I am resisting the urge to poke myself in the eardrums with a fork, lest I hear any more ramblings from a man who wishes he had even a snowballs chance in hell.
It DOES get old after awhile. Especially since HE doesn't have a life, so he doesn't have much to talk about expect how nice my smile is.
Really, though. It's great to get compliments and all that jazz, but when I've made it clear that I'm NOT single (even though I AM), I really don't want any more compliments.
I've noticed your attempt to hit on me, it has failed, abort mission.
Please.
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