Lechery
My mom and I went to the grocery store today. We were chatting in the checkout line, and I mentioned my paper.
Cute Cashier: What's your paper on?
Me: The scenographic and costume elements in the origional 1611 production of the Tempest.
CC: Oh. My dad is an English teacher, he loves Shakespeare.
Me: Oh.
CC: Are you still in school?
Me: I'm in college, doing summer school.
CC: Ah.
Me: Where does your dad teach?
CC: Gonzaga.
CC: I go there.
Me: *dies of lechery*
Then my mom teased me all the way home for thinking a high school boy was cute. Then my 60-year-old mother told me she would go on a date with him. What?
I hate my paper.
Cute Cashier: What's your paper on?
Me: The scenographic and costume elements in the origional 1611 production of the Tempest.
CC: Oh. My dad is an English teacher, he loves Shakespeare.
Me: Oh.
CC: Are you still in school?
Me: I'm in college, doing summer school.
CC: Ah.
Me: Where does your dad teach?
CC: Gonzaga.
CC: I go there.
Me: *dies of lechery*
Then my mom teased me all the way home for thinking a high school boy was cute. Then my 60-year-old mother told me she would go on a date with him. What?
I hate my paper.