My first thought was,
" ."
You probably noticed there's nothing there. That's because there isn't, because I didn't have a thought. I couldn't think. She was way too hot. The kind of hot that pisses you off because you can never have it.
I would like to take this time to express my deep hatred for Moe's at this point because of my appearance in these situations. Not only am I gross, and smell like Mexican food, but I'm tired and my patience with people has all but gone from me in the least.
So, as I was saying: she was way too hot.
She leaned against the glass and folded her arms.
I said nothing.
Tim, my manager, walked up to take 'cold' and as I looked at him, he stared back at me with a typical "Yeahp" look all those who know him are quick to recognize. Typical Tim.
Right in front of this girl, I turned to Tim, pointed at her and said, "Does she even exist, right now?"
He laughed.
I took her order.
She had an accent; Hungarian or something or other...
Listen to me. This girl was so stinking beautiful I couldn't fathom reality for the next ten minutes. I mean an arm on the five finger scale. That is, how many fingers I would be willing to cut off if God let me hit that.
I went to the back of the store and stood in silence.
She was so drop dead gorgeous that I actually pondered and questioned my life.
Tim then walked back and said, "You know... she'll probably never even come in here again. She's probably on her way back to Hungaria or some shit right now."
I laughed. Hungaria. *sigh*
She looked just like this, no joke:
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