On a serious note, I went through the Dairy Queen drive-thru the other day. The chick at the window was real friendly and we flirted lightly. This cat in the back on the table making sandwiches who couldn't have been taller than 5'3 stopped in the middle of assembling a footlong and looked up at me like
I looked back at him on some
for a couple of seconds. When he stole a glance at the screen with the incoming orders I looked down to check my phone and looked back up. Homie was semi-assembling, semi-watching still like
Chick brought me my bag and shake and I pulled off like
I'm assuming that was his chick or he was feeling her.
