Last night on my way to a dinner I swung by the Kowalski's near me to pick up a can of cool whip to go with the chocolate icebox cake I'd made. That was all I needed, so it was the only thing I bought. When I went to pay, I realized that the teenaged clerk in check-out was blushing, a lot. I expect my evening was interesting in his head in ways that it wasn't in actuality.
I go to that Kowalski's often, and I've seen that clerk before. I wonder if he'll blush everytime I go in there now. I don't know how much to be amused and how much to feel sorry for the kid.
I go to that Kowalski's often, and I've seen that clerk before. I wonder if he'll blush everytime I go in there now. I don't know how much to be amused and how much to feel sorry for the kid.