I either swept her off her feet, or I blew her away.
Not a shop. Should have been a shop.
I paid a coupla' bucks for a ginormous coffee. I asked for a receipt. "You wanna receipt for two bucks???"
In my recent unrevealed audit at my local 7-11, which coincidentally seems to be where the most attractive gas attendants seem to work at, I placed my $0.10 Tootsie Roll in-store cash-only purchase on the counter. The beautiful Gas Attendant who will be nameless stated, "That will be $0.12." I placed a crisp, fresh-from-the-bank $1 bill on the counter. She silently collected my cash payment and provides me my change with a quiet response, "Thank you." I then stared at her until I got lost in her eyes when her eyes connected with mine. I snapped out of this trance when she smirked at me and asked, "Yes?" As I shook my head to gather my thoughts, my smile began to glow as I looked away and then looked down. I then heated up my nails with my breath and brushed it off my shirt to help me feel like I cleaned my nails off with a shine as I continued looking down at my hand. I then looked up at her with my glowing smile and asked with confidence.... "Can I get a receipt?" The look she gave me was something I'd never forget and it also told me one of two things.... I either swept her off her feet, or I blew her away.
I completed one the other day that was in the middle of the dessert, like, there's only a missile range within 50 miles. There were two Associates working there, both looked like they were under 18, one male and one female, both Hispanic and looked like siblings. They were both obviously very intelligent based on their interactions and seemingly very normal, sweet and kind. Then I announced the audit. I was introducing the paperwork when the phone rang. She picked it up and said it was for me. The female, with a Taiwanese accent, asked what I was doing there. I told her as I tried to downplay the importance of it. I hadn't been there 10 minutes when a man with an Australian accent strolled in and started telling me how the winds blow everything away around here and that's what happened to the pump toppers, as he was buying a pack of smokes. Within the next 10 minutes at least 4 other people / couples came in and bought a thing or two, all from different countries with their accompanying accents. The male attendant had been texting furiously. Meanwhile, the lady on the phone had been watching us on video, she said and there was a google voice machine right in front of me. I didn't even have cell service there so I took the photos and split as quick as I could, looking behind me for the next 98 miles. You kind of had to be there to feel the creepiness but I won't be back to that station! The msc paid an insane amount of money for that one and now I know why. Reminded me of Hotel Hell.
Now that I have gotten older myself (which surprises the heck out of me) I should do that be cheaper than a car wash.