Well, some stoned guy came through my line tonight. You could really tell, his eyes were half-closed, he was staggering, speech slurred, smells like weed, you get the idea. He's like 'Can I get 50 grand cashback?' 'No...but you can get fifty dollars.'
As his transaction (which was a bunch of snack cakes) was ending, he's like, 'Can I get your number?'
I'm trying to humor him, going 'Nah, I'm busy.'
'Aw, c'mon, I wanna holla at you!'
'No thank you.'
He gets out a piece of paper and gets a pen off the counter. Finally, just to make him happy, I grin and write down:
Jenny
867-5309
He didn't even notice. He's like 'I'll call you, girl!' I couldn't stop giggling.
"For a good time, for a good time caaaaaaaaaaaaall...."
As his transaction (which was a bunch of snack cakes) was ending, he's like, 'Can I get your number?'
I'm trying to humor him, going 'Nah, I'm busy.'
'Aw, c'mon, I wanna holla at you!'
'No thank you.'
He gets out a piece of paper and gets a pen off the counter. Finally, just to make him happy, I grin and write down:
Jenny
867-5309
He didn't even notice. He's like 'I'll call you, girl!' I couldn't stop giggling.
"For a good time, for a good time caaaaaaaaaaaaall...."
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