The Peanut Butter Pretzel Pickup
So there I am, minding my own business at the supermarket on a Friday night. Not necessarily a typical TGIF for me, but not an atypical one either unfortunately. And this guy started to pick me up AS I savored the peanut butter pretzel ‘freebie’ I thought I had snagged from the bin in a very incognito fashion.
I loved his line though: “I see you eating that peanut butter pretzel, just chomping away over there. What’s next, planning to go squeeze yourself some fresh orange juice?”
I never knew my pilfering skills would come in handy like that one day. You see? Everybody has unique gifts and talents they should exploit in order to reach their highest potential. Use it or lose it people.
Then, when he asked for my business card, I had none on my person (or anywhere if you want to get technical), so I had to give him a ghetto-ass ‘bi’ness card’ which in actuality was a receipt with my name & number on it. I have got to do better. Especially since we all know the supermarket is the new bar. (Heard that from this really, really clever girl over two years ago! I bet she’s really pretty too. And nice. And not crazy at all.)
I am way too close to Liz Lemon for my comfort level.
