Well, I was kind of bored sitting on my duff here reading threads and needed to get out of the apartment for a little stretching. I got a round of disc golf done this morning and really didn't want to drive all the way across town again so I decided to take a little walk around my neighborhood.
About a block from my apartment is a little red shaved ice stand that operates during the summer months. Occasionally I'll stop by and buy one so I have something to snack on while walking. It was blistery humid out and I wasn't headed anywhere in particular so I thought why not.
Every time I go here, there seems to be a new gal manning the stand, (and its always a gal). Today there was this very attractive 20-ish blonde in a tank top working there (well I hope she was 20). I stare at her lost for a moment.
"Can I help you hon?"
Uhh, uhh yeah. I'll take a medium cherry?"
"A medium what?" (batting her eyes)
"Cherry, yeah cherry."
So she turns around to fix my shaved ice, and while she's doing it, I stare at her nicely tanned legs, and shapely derrire. After finishing the portion of the shaved ice that goes into the cup, she puts the top on my sno-cone, which bears a striking resemblence to a nice D-cup, and pours some more juice on top.
"There you go hon, that'll be $1.50."
I hand her two bucks and she gives my back two quarters, which I prompty drop into her tip jar, despite the fact that she kinda jipped me on the juice.
"Why thank you baby. You come back now."
And with that, I walked around the neighborhood until my shaved ice was finished. Then I made a beeline for the ATM and withdrew my daily maximum. I have a hunkering that I'll need some mini-Moon Pies from Wal-Mart before I head off.
So, I'm headed to the club tonight. So what if it will cost me ten bucks in gas. Hold down the fort while I'm out fellas.
And watch out for those sno-cone girls. They're evil and clever, esspecially on this calendar date.
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