mastercraftsman

I went to the big orange store on my lunch break today. Limping just a bit, but it's gone now. Anyway I get in line behind a contractor, who recognized me. He just nodded a how's it going and we swapped a couple of pleseantries. A very aloof fucker. The whole time I was thinking he should be on TV on amateur hour with Mr. Cock. You know the kind. Smell him coming before you see him 'cause he dumped the whole bottle of cologne on himself. The pinky ring and the fake tan and shirt unbuttoned to show a puff of chest hair. The cellphone in a quickdraw holster. I think in his mind I was some poor schmuck in a factory, who was beneath him and his millionaire clients.
He dismissed me with a look at the very attractive cashier. A look like "look son, let me show you how it's done."
"Why dahlin' you sure are a pretty little thing. How about you put this on my ACCOUNT...." big pearly white smile, leaning waay too close and I catch her eye, just for an instant. I give her a gagging look.
So five minutes later he's FINALLY leaving, like he made a big impression or something. As soon as he turns away out the door I mock his uppity persona pretty well and we both bust out into a genuine hearty laugh. Gimme a hi-five!