Not long ago a very pretty guy came in, whom my pal at the front desk has taken quite a shine to:
She: "Oh my God. That's that guy I was telling you about."
Me: "Christ. He looks like something off the cover of a romance novel. Fabio. Look at that ponytail."
He swaggers over, gleaming smile sparkling. He *knows* he's got it going on. He asks her how it's going, tossing his hair a little.
I walk away, trying not to laugh. Ugh.
After he leaves she gets water and says, "I should be splashing this on my face instead of drinking it."
Me: "He's too pretty. Never date anyone prettier than yourself."
She: "Who said anything about dating?"
Haha!
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