Saturday, January 08, 2005

In My Free Time

I stopped by the Creamery on Ninth tonight to grab some milk. At least a dozen people had the same idea, but after standing in line for a good ten minutes, I made it up to the cashier, who was, naturally, one of those chicks who are "just too cute for words."

Said cashier was in a chatty mood tonight. She asked how this semester has been. "Fine." She then asked what my major is. "English."

"Wow. What do you do with all your free time?"

I didn't get it at first. I just smiled and said, "If I ever get some I'll let you know." And had it been left there, I would have ignored the entire incidence and the cute little cashier would not be making an appearance on my blog. But she continued. "Isn't English just 48 hours?"

Lightbulb goes on and I like Miss Cashier even less.


"I just wouldn't know what to do with myself if I had all that free time."

I bet you wouldn't. (Insert hair toss here.)


hate me please said...

no cat fight? come on at least make up some juicy details. this is my english honor on the line too. i'm more than ready to throw down over such an unprovoked affront.

in my spare time i break the backs of cute little ignorant girls that get snooty with me.

Special K said...

Wow. Did you ask her how she landed her fast track career at the Creamery? I hear it can be really rough.

KapkaVictim said...

Kill. Kill, kill, kill.


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