I take my hat off to you, sir!
So I'm at Albertson's and we're in line to pay, and I happen to see Meghan/Megan/Meigjhuhn/(whateva). THis of course is the Megan of the 'Friendius Samius' variety. Her mother was paying when Chris Moore of the 'La Cimius' variety saw a bug on the turny table and squished it. Megan's mom was grossed out and he got all blushy and mumbly and apolagetic and cleaned it up. His fellow workers made fun of him, as did I. Then someone said "Why is he blushing so hard? Look at his face!" I did, he was nervous, even for Chris. Then Megan's mum asserted "Cuz he saw a pretty girl!" That kinda took the cake. A laugh was shared by all! Cept Chris, of course. As they were leaving, her mom stopped and said "Hey, she wants your number!" There was an akward pause in there that I think everybody relished. Then Chris mumbled back over to where he was working. About a minute later he said something along the lines of, "That's it, I've got to catch her." And ran out into the parking lot. My father and I left about the same moment and watched him runing around, looking for Megan & co. Finally, he figured they had left. Suddenly, he broke into a run! He caught them! By blazes, he caught them! I am to assume there were numbers exchanged, and all was well. Ladies and gents, that was Chris Moore asserting himself with the Devil's luck! I'm impressed frankly. Warped political ideals aside, Chris has got a squishy compassionate heart!
Ick.
Ick.