I was at a liquor store the other night, and this extremely cute and friendly pacific-islanderish cashier was ringing up my gigantic plastic-bottle of cheap vodka.
It occurs to me that (in accordance with my new-year's resolutions) I should attempt to flirt with her.
Unfortunately this occurs to me on my bike, half-way back to my place.
So the conundrum- True I know where cute 'n friendly pacific-islanderish cashier works, but it's not like she's a waitress and I can drop in from time to time pretending I like the food; being a regular at a liquor store makes me an alchoholic, and my giant plastic-bottle of vodka doesn't make the greatest impression either. Should I start buying the good stuff and let my budget set the time-table?
Oh what a tangled web we weave.
It occurs to me that (in accordance with my new-year's resolutions) I should attempt to flirt with her.
Unfortunately this occurs to me on my bike, half-way back to my place.
So the conundrum- True I know where cute 'n friendly pacific-islanderish cashier works, but it's not like she's a waitress and I can drop in from time to time pretending I like the food; being a regular at a liquor store makes me an alchoholic, and my giant plastic-bottle of vodka doesn't make the greatest impression either. Should I start buying the good stuff and let my budget set the time-table?
Oh what a tangled web we weave.
posted by J-Syn at 9:33 PM
2 Comments:
when at first we practice to imbibe (pronounced the wrong way so it'll rhyme.)
This cracked me up.
Aaah, yes, I can totally relate. Just like old times. Can't help you, though (yes, take that look of astonishment off your face, it's true). If nothing else, I suppose you can always fall back on the "better to regret something you did..." line. If you have to go down, go down in flames, eh?
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