So I went and met my girlfriend yesterday for drinks (lemonade - we're both preggers) at City Place in West Palm Beach. The attendant in the lot didn't have anything other than ones and I didn't have anything smaller than a twenty. It was a two dollar charge, so she shelled out eighteen singles and I was on my way.
I wanted to surprise My Guy for lunch today so I stopped at Mickey D's for burgers to go. I pulled up to the payment window after placing the order and it was around eleven bucks and change so I whipped out my fat bankroll and counted off twelve singles.
What she said: "Oh, ha ha, are you a waitress?"
What I didn't say: "No, a stripper."
Dammit.
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4 comments:
Damn.
Go back, go back! Ha.
Don't you hate it when that happens. But thanks to you I have that nifty line at the ready when the situation arises for me ;)
Doh!
I never, ever come up with the good line at the right time.
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