The other day I stepped inside the nearest gas station/convenience store and paid for a drive-thru car wash. The teenaged attendant glanced at the car wash code printed at the bottom of my receipt, looked at me for a long second, then turned the receipt over and wrote the code in large numerals on the back of it.
"There!" he said as he handed the receipt to me. "Isn't that better than those small numbers?"
I thanked him profusely. His intentions were good, the little s#*t.
Yeah. I don't like being called, "sweetie." I feel like a hospitalized dementia patient.
ReplyDeleteWho was it that said, "Youth is wasted on the young?" Bless his heart, which is Texas for F you.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a decent kid who has some experience with older people, like maybe grandparents.
ReplyDeleteOh goodness people are funny. When my Dad turned 80 he said he felt the same (person) as he was in his 20's. He just didn't look quite the same!
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