Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I stopped at Sundale on the way into work to pick up a couple dozen jalapeño cheese kolaches. There was an attractive young woman at the far counter waiting on her bagel order applying mascara while they were toasting. There was a man standing at the near counter waiting on his coffee. He looks over at her and says loudly across the shop and with disgust, "thanks a lot... some of us were going to try to eat here"... wtf? What a dick. I mean, it's not like the activity was unhygienic or bothering anyone but him. Then another lady walks in (already wearing her morning make-up apparently) and places an order. Mr. Dickhead pays for her breakfast and gives her his card. He was a winner. I got to work before everyone else and made three pots of coffee when I got to the office. Apparently I wasn't the only one hurtin' this morning. These meetings are grueling. I need a nap.
You should have popped him with a few of those kolaches....
I’ve never understood people like that. If I was her I would have made sure to flick some shit off my mascara stick onto his food, but that’s just me.
I believe women should only put on makeup when driving in traffic. ;-)
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