baaaaah.
was putting through a transaction today, and I was happily chatting to this old couple...and I mean old. not old enough for me to expect them to be home with slippers and a cat, but old enough that I'd call them nuovo-riche retirees...the type you'd expect to live in an open-plan house and spend their weekends sailing, or in their case, cycling.
and after the transaction had gone through, the wife walked away to find a table, and the guy stayed behind, made sure his wife was well out of earshot, and leaned in
"you get full marks for service...and cuteness"'
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I pretended I didn't understand in true Asian "I no speak Engrish" style, and said
"aww. thank you!"
and prayed he would shove off given a growing queue behind His Smarminess.
I. will. never. wear my red plaid skirt and fuck-me boots with this hairstyle. EVER.
2 comments:
gee, can there ever be a problem with wearing fuck-me boots?
kdamnnnnnnnnnnnn
...not to work anyway...
Elsewhere, in another time, and another place..
Who can say?
Cheers, Godbless.
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