So there I am at work, when I see two fine girls outside (And I mean sexy as hell). I look for an excuse to go outside, start walking to my car like I'm about to get something (And so I can scope out the girls better), and trying to walk with some swagger. I dance a little to the beat of the song on my Ipod, just enough to get their attention and flash as mile at them as I start making my way towards the girls.
Girl 1: heyyy....
Ancient_Requiem: This pump isn't working too well so you're gonna have to come inside if you want a receipt.
Girl 2: Umm...okay, that's cool. *giggle*
Ancient_Requiem: Okay....
So I turn around too quickly like I got better things to do, end up tripping over my own feet, and tripping head first into a trashcan. I **** you not. I trip over my own feet and stumble so badly that I end up in a damn trash can.
Oh but it gets even better. This particular trash can is filled full of bees and, due to a horrifying episode when I was younger, I am terrified of bees so I begin jumping around and screaming like a complete ponogo. My mind shut down and I completely forgot the girls were even there so I ended up pretty much flying into the store, locking myself in the girl's bathroom (The guy's bathroom is usually gross) and splash water on my face while telling cursing bees and their entire existence to my reflection.
Needless to say, I didn't even remember anything 'bout the girls until I went to tell my manager what happened.
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Never underestimate the power of stupidity in numbers. ~War13104 Never stoop to the level of idiots. They will drag you down and beat you with experience.