I’ve been putting off discussing this, but I feel I can keep silent no longer. (Hell, it’s amazing I kept my mouth shut this long;)
About three or four times a week, I stop at the local fast food “restaurant” and get an unsweetened ice tea before work. I take it with three packets of Equal. There’s a good looking young man who works the window frequently. (Lordy, how I hoped and prayed I’d never have to use the phrase “good looking young man” in my lifetime.) One morning I pulled up to the window and as he handed me the tea, I started to say, “3 packets of Equal, please,” when he said, “I know, three Equal, right?” I said, “How did you remember?” because I only see him maybe once out of those four stops, and he said, “I remembered the car.”
People, I would believe him if I were behind the wheel of my midnight blue dream car Dodge Charger or my midnight blue dream car Mustang, but a KIA?! Come on. There’s nothing memorable about a Kia.
You know what I think? I think he wants me. Yep, as in “MILF while she’s drinking her ice tea sweetened with Equal.” Is that a genre of porn yet? Wait five minutes. It will be.
This morning I went for my ice tea and there he was. I hadn’t seen him for about two weeks and as soon as I pulled up to the window, he said, “3 Equal, right?” As he handed me my change, he said, “You don’t even have to ask for it. I added it to your order.” THEN he said--get this--“have a great day!“ Oh, he wants me. He wants me BAD.