Aug 12, 2012
I keep a lot of notes, receipts and junk in my wallet.
Anyway, last night I was in line in the drive-through of McDonald's.
I rolled up.
The cashier bounded to the window like a puppy. He was friendly and cute...
and just as gay as could be.
"$6.75, please," he said with a smile.
I reached into my wallet and gave him the money.
He handed me back a note with my change.
I was puzzled....and then looked at it.
The number was from a former coworker.
Then I realized.....it must have been stuck to one of my bills.
"Oh my god," I thought. "This poor boy must think I'm flirting with him, giving him my number!"
I was mortified.
By the time I got to the pick up window, however, I found myself feeling kinda hurt.
I mean really.
I realized I'd actually been dissed.
Ah well...at least fries never reject you, right?