Thursday, March 10, 2005
"I'M STILL BLUSHING"
Backlog:
Starbucks Coffee on the corner of S. Los Robles and Colorado Blvd. in Pasadena this afternoon.
The cashier asks the short, dumpy busted-looking woman in front of me how she is doing. She replies, "Well, I just come from having sex."
The cashier looks shocked. She continues, "Well, if you don't want to know, then don't ask how the hell I'm doing. Some things you shouldn't ask."
I bust out laughing; she glares at me. The cashier starts laughing and when I order my coffee, he says, "Man, that's not something you hear everyday. I'm still blushing..."
Backlog:
Starbucks Coffee on the corner of S. Los Robles and Colorado Blvd. in Pasadena this afternoon.
The cashier asks the short, dumpy busted-looking woman in front of me how she is doing. She replies, "Well, I just come from having sex."
The cashier looks shocked. She continues, "Well, if you don't want to know, then don't ask how the hell I'm doing. Some things you shouldn't ask."
I bust out laughing; she glares at me. The cashier starts laughing and when I order my coffee, he says, "Man, that's not something you hear everyday. I'm still blushing..."
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