Doh!
Was there a reason I woke up this morning? Twice? Probably, but I have to yet to figure out why. Don't worry though, I'll figure it out eventually. Untill then, I'll just sit here in amazement of how my day progressed.
The day started really early. I'm talking so early that I wondered if I had gotten to sleep at all, or if maybe the sun had imploded and there was never going to be light again. Why would I waken at such an ungodly hour? Heartburn. The intense pain probably would have been enough to wake a bear in hibernation. Did I let that stop me from sleeping? Hell no, nothing comes between me and sleep. Well, yeah almost nothing. ;)
Fastforward to eight. Did I remember having woken up before then? Not a chance, when I'm half asleep I tend to remember absolutly nothing. Bad for me. . . good for you! So the day seemed to start out pretty well for my sleep deprived brain. I wandered upstairs and did my morning routine and had the day pretty well in hand.
Well lunch arrived around noon, a great time for a midday meal. I got lunch at about 2:30, a particually bad time to eat previously hot items of goodness. I was thinking the chili dogs and burgers were looking damn tasty. Sure enough, they tasted like a little slice of heaven put in a now warm again bun. Then my memory decided to start working again. Why did it have to do that? My body was happy to remind me that I was having a terrible heartburn attack today. Curse my sleep induced stupididy, I don't even deserve the term ignorance on this one, stupidty is the only word that will fit the bill. But they sure were tasty, mmm mmm mmmmmm!
Rewind before lunch. This mother and her daughter come in to purchase some soccer boots from my fine establishment. I'm talking to them as I always do, a little smart ass mixed with a friendly smile! Well she's apparently picky, and doesn't really want to get new shoes anyways so she's taking her time. She makes a comment about not having anything better to do with her day anyways. I come back by telling her that I have plenty of things for her to do. She gives me this rather confused look like I'm crazy or something. pffft Anywho, I look past here at this pile of about 40 boxes and tell her, "Well, they aren't going to move themselves are they?" Her and her mom laugh at this, and we go about fitting her with boots. She finally decides on a pair, and I ring her up and send her and her uber cool mom on her way.
Or so I thought. . . . About two minutes after sending them out the door mom comes waltzing back in. I smile and say hi, while I'm thinking in the back of my mind, "Oh god, what did I screw up this time?" For once in my life it wasn't because I screwed up, well I didn't really screw it up anyways, I think I was just a little to good for once. Yeah, yeah, you're probably thinking cocky right now. Who asked you? Well, mom had this to say: "My daughter asked me to give you this, and tell you if you ever need help with those boxes to give her a call." I really didn't know what to say to that. I was totally dumbstruck, speachless, at a total loss for words. What did I do instead? I smiled and kind of chuckled. Yeah, I laughed. Was that a good reaction? Probably not, did I think before I acted there? I'm gonna say definetly not. Note to self, and all other guys: Don't laugh when a girl gives you her phone number, not a good idea.
Alright, now my friend Courtney is gonna be laughing while shaking her head at this next part. And for the record Courtney, I didn't call her. . . . I texted her. :) You have to understand that the girl in question is only 17, and I fall somewhere in the realm of ancient. Should I be talking to a girl that much younger than me? I say it just depends on your intentions. Do I intend to date the girl? Meh. I texted her because it was only fair to let her know that I was 25, and maybe just a little to old for her. She couldn't believe it, and to be fair I don't look at all my age. As expected she's no longer interrested in me in "that way", but she for some reason wants to hang out. What's a guy to do?
The day started really early. I'm talking so early that I wondered if I had gotten to sleep at all, or if maybe the sun had imploded and there was never going to be light again. Why would I waken at such an ungodly hour? Heartburn. The intense pain probably would have been enough to wake a bear in hibernation. Did I let that stop me from sleeping? Hell no, nothing comes between me and sleep. Well, yeah almost nothing. ;)
Fastforward to eight. Did I remember having woken up before then? Not a chance, when I'm half asleep I tend to remember absolutly nothing. Bad for me. . . good for you! So the day seemed to start out pretty well for my sleep deprived brain. I wandered upstairs and did my morning routine and had the day pretty well in hand.
Well lunch arrived around noon, a great time for a midday meal. I got lunch at about 2:30, a particually bad time to eat previously hot items of goodness. I was thinking the chili dogs and burgers were looking damn tasty. Sure enough, they tasted like a little slice of heaven put in a now warm again bun. Then my memory decided to start working again. Why did it have to do that? My body was happy to remind me that I was having a terrible heartburn attack today. Curse my sleep induced stupididy, I don't even deserve the term ignorance on this one, stupidty is the only word that will fit the bill. But they sure were tasty, mmm mmm mmmmmm!
Rewind before lunch. This mother and her daughter come in to purchase some soccer boots from my fine establishment. I'm talking to them as I always do, a little smart ass mixed with a friendly smile! Well she's apparently picky, and doesn't really want to get new shoes anyways so she's taking her time. She makes a comment about not having anything better to do with her day anyways. I come back by telling her that I have plenty of things for her to do. She gives me this rather confused look like I'm crazy or something. pffft Anywho, I look past here at this pile of about 40 boxes and tell her, "Well, they aren't going to move themselves are they?" Her and her mom laugh at this, and we go about fitting her with boots. She finally decides on a pair, and I ring her up and send her and her uber cool mom on her way.
Or so I thought. . . . About two minutes after sending them out the door mom comes waltzing back in. I smile and say hi, while I'm thinking in the back of my mind, "Oh god, what did I screw up this time?" For once in my life it wasn't because I screwed up, well I didn't really screw it up anyways, I think I was just a little to good for once. Yeah, yeah, you're probably thinking cocky right now. Who asked you? Well, mom had this to say: "My daughter asked me to give you this, and tell you if you ever need help with those boxes to give her a call." I really didn't know what to say to that. I was totally dumbstruck, speachless, at a total loss for words. What did I do instead? I smiled and kind of chuckled. Yeah, I laughed. Was that a good reaction? Probably not, did I think before I acted there? I'm gonna say definetly not. Note to self, and all other guys: Don't laugh when a girl gives you her phone number, not a good idea.
Alright, now my friend Courtney is gonna be laughing while shaking her head at this next part. And for the record Courtney, I didn't call her. . . . I texted her. :) You have to understand that the girl in question is only 17, and I fall somewhere in the realm of ancient. Should I be talking to a girl that much younger than me? I say it just depends on your intentions. Do I intend to date the girl? Meh. I texted her because it was only fair to let her know that I was 25, and maybe just a little to old for her. She couldn't believe it, and to be fair I don't look at all my age. As expected she's no longer interrested in me in "that way", but she for some reason wants to hang out. What's a guy to do?
posted by Erich Tabert at 8:38 PM
2 Comments:
ha! i had a chili dog today too for lunch with JB and Haplo!!
p.s. u should find out when her birthday is and to see when she'll be turning 18. besides, her mom gave you her own daughters number, so isn't that consent?
I knew you wouldn't be able to resist some kind of contact with her!!!! :) ha!
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