Brotherly Love, My Asspipe
11.14.06 (12:40 pm) [edit]"They've got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose" - Steely Dan
A few errands to run today. I was heading off to one of the temp service's different offices when I got a call from them - I'm going back tomorrow to the job I had for the past couple weeks. This makes me happy, though I haven't a clue as to how long it will last. Since nobody else does either, I guess I'll just enjoy the ride.
After paying my insurance (I'm having them add on renter's insurance, something I'd done months ago if I had any brains) and having Thai for lunch (goddamn, that was good, best I've had there in months) I stopped for gas.
Woman behind the counter, 35-ish. Dark hair, short. Kinda looked like Sally Field back in the Smokey & The Bandit days. Not quite as cute, but not bad at all. Very pretty smile.
We bullshitted for a couple minutes, and I made my move. I loved the way she turned red when she told me she was married. "But you're very nice. I love your hair."
It was mostly the way she said it. I wonder how much of a shit-eating grin I actualy had.
"You look a lot like my brother. Same build, same hair even."
"Oh yeah, what does your brother do?"
"Oh, he's in prison right now."
Well gee, I sure feel better now. Could you stick that in my ass a little harder? That felt a bit like being kissed then kicked in the nutsack.
I'm feeling like a totally oversensitive douchebag today.
Love
Dougie