I have Fridays off from work so I like to take a book (I’ve been addicted to Gena Showalter recently) and go have lunch at a slightly above fast food restaurant. There are several places to choose from in my neighborhood, but I tend to frequent the same two more than the others. Even though they already have names, I’ve given each a clever nickname
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Okay, that was the best I could do, joke wise, but really the soap may not have hurt you (much) but even your beloved spicy honey mustard couldn't have made that taste very good.
I'll be interested to hear if rice vat cook guy has a better line next time.
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I got the feeling, based on how the other people behind the counter rolled their eyes, that I'm not the only customer rice vat cook guy has come-on to. I wouldn't be surprised if the management has talked to him about it.
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The secret to misinterpreting a come-on as an insult to not to get offended and angry, but rather to play it off as insecure hurt. That way he can't get defensive at the angry lady. Instead he's the thoughtless jerk.
I do have a secret about the mustard, which isn't quite ethical. I've taken to asking them to give me extra mustard on the side, which they do in a nice plastic container with a top on it. I add a tiny bit more mustard to the sandwich (it really doesn't need more, they usually put the right amount on) and then I take the container home for other times I crave that sweet and spicy yumminess.
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He responded with, “I smelled you coming.”
Like I said, I’ve been reading Gena Showalter books and she often has her romantic hero able to smell the unique and tantalizing scent of the heroine. It’s supposed to be sexy, but let me tell you, having a man behind a counter say he can smell you is not so sexy. Especially if, since you weren’t working that day, you hadn’t showered and your hair’s a bit grungy.
I decided the flirting had gone far enough and would go no further. So, I sniffed the collar of my shirt and said, rather meekly, “Oh dear.”
Whenever I pop by your Journal, Firebunny, I can't seem to stop laughing.
*sporfles* :-D
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