Karen and James were out of town last week, leaving me to fend for myself. Actually I had a big project (install ceramic in the upstairs spare bathroom) to keep me busy while I was not at my normal job. After working hard all day at my job and then coming home and working hard at installing the tiles, I was ready for a reward. I decided that I needed some ice cream. I headed over to CUSTARD'S LAST STAND, the best ice cream joint I have ever been to. Upon ordering my ice cream, I thought that the girl (a very pretty young thing) was perhaps being a little flirty with me. I left the ice cream store with a little extra bounce in my step, thinking that a pretty young girl was giving me the eye.
The next day I went to work in the morning and told the story to my assistant. She looked at me and said, "Since you were probably wearing your dress pants from your work uniform, she probably thought you had money. She was flirting because she wanted a tip."
I know what I am getting my assistant for Christmas: A whole lot of nothing, sucka.
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2 comments:
Nah, Fish... it was definitely your rippling biceps. Your assistant's a retard.
You're a sexy hunk o' man, and don't let any assistant tell you otherwise!
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