I just got off of work and stopped by Trader Joes to pick up some vino for my date tonight. At the register, I asked the clerk if he would like to see my id. He chuckled and said "Okay let me guess....ummmm...28?"
28? 28? 28???!!!
*cries*
EDIT! - Vindication!
As if I didn't already feel like an attention whore for posting this first part, I'm about to post more and feel like an even bigger AW. But, since I posted the first part of the story, I have to tell the second part, because it's just toooo ripe.
So, after I posted this and gathered the pieces of my shattered ego, I called Mr. Butter and we decided on a movie for our date tonight (yes, we have long distance phone dates - feel free to wallow in our love-goo). So I went out to pick up the movie, and as I'm walking toward the video store this guy is standing in the doorway and he's staring at me. I do the look-away-for-a-sec-glance-back-up-Oh!-he's-still-staring thing a few times, and as I get to the doorway he says totally straightfaced "Wow. You are Drop Dead Gorgeous." Which left me sputtering thank you and turning beet red, because that kind of shit never happens to me and I totally don't know what to do with it (a serious question - what the fuck is the proper response to that???).
Anyway, so then I got my movie and went to pay, after turning in the movie from last weekends date. I threw my card down and laughing, said to the guy "I've got a shitload of late fees." He clinkity clinked on the register and we made the small talk, and then I went to pay, and he kind of gave me this crooked grin and winked and said "nope, no late fees."
haHA!
SCORE = 2-1
I WIN!!!1
Just kidding, but it was pretty funny.
Okay, end rant. I almost don't want to hit *save entry* because this whole story is so damn self absorbed and ridiculous. But oh well, those of you who know me know better.
28? 28? 28???!!!
*cries*
EDIT! - Vindication!
As if I didn't already feel like an attention whore for posting this first part, I'm about to post more and feel like an even bigger AW. But, since I posted the first part of the story, I have to tell the second part, because it's just toooo ripe.
So, after I posted this and gathered the pieces of my shattered ego, I called Mr. Butter and we decided on a movie for our date tonight (yes, we have long distance phone dates - feel free to wallow in our love-goo). So I went out to pick up the movie, and as I'm walking toward the video store this guy is standing in the doorway and he's staring at me. I do the look-away-for-a-sec-glance-back-up-Oh!-he's-still-staring thing a few times, and as I get to the doorway he says totally straightfaced "Wow. You are Drop Dead Gorgeous." Which left me sputtering thank you and turning beet red, because that kind of shit never happens to me and I totally don't know what to do with it (a serious question - what the fuck is the proper response to that???).
Anyway, so then I got my movie and went to pay, after turning in the movie from last weekends date. I threw my card down and laughing, said to the guy "I've got a shitload of late fees." He clinkity clinked on the register and we made the small talk, and then I went to pay, and he kind of gave me this crooked grin and winked and said "nope, no late fees."
haHA!
SCORE = 2-1
I WIN!!!1
Just kidding, but it was pretty funny.
Okay, end rant. I almost don't want to hit *save entry* because this whole story is so damn self absorbed and ridiculous. But oh well, those of you who know me know better.
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Then again, I'm a jerk.