So went into Starbucks the other day.
The barista there is nice. She’s young and urban and hip. As urban and hip as you can get in West Grove, Pa, but still very cute, and nice, and hell she makes a
Good dessert coffee. She’s making conversation with the older creepy guy, wearing a spiderman, ben grim, wolverine T-shirt. (that’s me)
“ I really like your T-shirt!” she says.
Before I can stop it, it flies out of my mouth, “Well, not only is this shirt ironic, I also really read comic books, so it’s cool, in an uncool kind of way.”
The poor barista looked at me like I was speaking another language, because, I’m really just the creepy old guy ordering dessert coffee and wearing a spiderman shirt.
“awesome” in a totally unawesome way, she says as she hands me my coffee.
Next time I go there, she’s gonna give my drink the extra special secret flavor: spit.
It is a good thing that Monkey loves me, because I am seriously woman repellent. Walking and talking woman repellent.
Anyway… hoping to get out on the bike today... let's see if mother nature cooperates...
respect
fm
3 comments:
i have that same repellent problem...
we are lucky dudes!
Nice. But you're nothing compared to my inverse version of game. I'd have whipped out, "Are you a Marvel girl or a DC woman?" on her, and no matter what she said, would have replied with, "Well, I kind of prefer underground comics and graphic novels... but Marvel / DC is okay if you're a neophyte..."
at the UCI3 races, friday's race at devou to be specific, one of my friends saw me talking to you, and she was like OMFG THAT GUY IS FUCKING HOT, and she was disappointed to find out you were married and totally in love with your wife.
just sayin'.
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