Usually my mouth finds trouble for me, and Friday night at work was no exception. Friday nights at the warehouse tends to be busy but mundane. So to spice up the microvisits I have with members, I ask what is the plan for Friday night fun?
Again, I usually receive the following safe and mundane answers:
One couple's answer took the cake ... literally. I asked the standard aforementioned question, they said blah, blah, blah. I retorted, "A good looking couple such as yourselves should and probably could tear up the town and paint it red instead."
The wife pipes up, "Oh! I know. Something better." The husband and I wait for her to continue with baited breath. "I'll run back to bakery, buy one of those Red Velvet cakes, I'll smear it on you (she's looking at her husband), and I'll lick it all off."
She punctuates her plan with a maniacal laugh!
We are shellshocked into continued silence. The husband's face instantly is Coke can red. I quickly regain my composure and wit by spouting out, "Seems like you've got a wildcat by the tail. Have fun with that!", I handed over their receipt to help move them along.
Moments later, my cashier assistant, KR, returns. He looks at me with my quizzical expression, and asks, "Ok, Los. What did I miss?"
All I could mutter was, "It just escalated so quickly. Awkward! Trouble is still my middle name," which I punctuated my statement with a laugh.
'los; out
Again, I usually receive the following safe and mundane answers:
- Dinner / drinks with a spouse / loved one / friend
- Movie and eats
- Chillaxin' at home due to long work week
One couple's answer took the cake ... literally. I asked the standard aforementioned question, they said blah, blah, blah. I retorted, "A good looking couple such as yourselves should and probably could tear up the town and paint it red instead."
The wife pipes up, "Oh! I know. Something better." The husband and I wait for her to continue with baited breath. "I'll run back to bakery, buy one of those Red Velvet cakes, I'll smear it on you (she's looking at her husband), and I'll lick it all off."
She punctuates her plan with a maniacal laugh!
We are shellshocked into continued silence. The husband's face instantly is Coke can red. I quickly regain my composure and wit by spouting out, "Seems like you've got a wildcat by the tail. Have fun with that!", I handed over their receipt to help move them along.
Moments later, my cashier assistant, KR, returns. He looks at me with my quizzical expression, and asks, "Ok, Los. What did I miss?"
All I could mutter was, "It just escalated so quickly. Awkward! Trouble is still my middle name," which I punctuated my statement with a laugh.
'los; out
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