Apparently me running into the door with my head on the way out Friday did not detour (ahem) deter (at least I catch my own mistakes) the cafe check-out guy from wanting to continue hitting on me. He just used a line on me. Smoooooooth. :)

I can’t share with you the actual line he used because it’s work specific (as in, specific to my employer) but that’s extra bonus points right there. Takes mad skillz to do that, no?

I know I’m cute, but it’s weird to me that people I don’t know flirt with me. I think it’s because I smile and look people in the eye, which is what I’m doing with you right now. (How you doin’? Hehehe.)