After the meeting tonight, I stopped by the bank and the drive-thru Versateller (not ATM, it’s like Kleenex, not tissue). As I pulled up, the car in front of me pulled back (as in reverse).
“What an idiot,” I thought. Overshot the machine and has to pull back. Out of the window came a slender arm followed by flowing black hair. “Not such an idiot after all.” (It’s amazing how good looks make women more intelligent).
A couple seconds pass and off goes the car around the corner in the lot. “Hmm…must have known I was eyeing her” (a common response). I pull up to my cash cow (I haven’t met my Sugar [even my blogs pay homage] Momma yet) and tried sticking my card in. It didn’t fit. The last time I tried sticking something in and it wouldn’t fit, it was embarrassing. I was hoping not to have a repeat.
I looked up at the screen only to see “please wait while we process your transaction.” “What transaction? You didn’t take my card.” Then it hit me, "Jackpot! Money come home!" After waiting for hours (emphasis added) and no money a coming, I wised up. “Fuck! No such luck.” I pulled around the parking lot to visit the walk up Versatellers and there’s little miss lovely, dark hair and all.
“So, it’s wasn’t your card in the machine?” I asked.
“No,” she laughed, “fortunately I didn’t lose it.”
“Just my luck,” I said, “Hello, my name is Sirvice" (not really).
“Tricia. Nice to meet you.”
“Indeed,” (for that, I got a bigger smile).
She finished up and got in her car.
“Oh well. It wasn’t meant to be,” I THOUGHT.
I grabbed my money, turned around and stepped out toward my car, stopping short to clip my cash. She, was still there. Sitting in her car.
I may be stupid, but I’m not new at this. I walked up to her window and tapped. Down it came.
“Waiting for me?” I asked.
She laughed nervously.
“Are you single?”
“Umm…Not really” she said awkwardly.
“That’s too bad.” I smiled. “Have a good night.”
I got to my car and put my key in the door.
“Do you drink tea?” I heard from behind.
“No.”
“Awwww,” she whined.
“But I’ll drink coffee while I watch YOU drink tea.”
The next two hours were spent sipping cold tea and listening to her laugh. (I love the sound of women laughing. Intoxicating.)
All this to say “I THOUGHT WRONG.” We’re going out Saturday.
