Entries (RSS)After work today, I ran a few errands including dropping the iPod off at DHL. By the time I was finished, I needed to gas up the car, so I stopped at the Kroger near my house. After starting the gas pumping, I turned around and saw the guy at the pump next to me and the following exchange occurred:
Him: I was going to leave, but couldn’t until I figured out who you were.
Me: (Just smiling and wondering if he was trying to figure out if he knew me)
Him: How are you doing tonight?
Me: (Thinking he reminded me of someone, but pretty sure he wasn’t anyone I actually knew, and wondering where this was going and how I could make myself “busy” while waiting for the gas to finish pumping) Fine. You?
Him: Pretty good. My name’s Bill.
Me: Scarab*
Him: (After a little bit of silence followed) Did you have a good holiday?
Me: Pretty good, yes. You?
Him: Yes. You’re probably married, right?
Me: Well, not married, but dating.
Him: Figures. I was going to ask you out to dinner. (Now heading around to the driver’s side)
Me: (Wondering how on earth you actually reply to that) Uh, thanks…it was nice meeting you.
Him: Nice meeting you too.
I’d never been picked up at a gas station before.
*Name changed to protect the innocent
