So I go to the gas station to fill up this afternoon on my break from work, I always go to the same gas station and I always pay with a check. My checks have cowboys and horses on them and rarely does anyone comment on them.
So as I am writing out the check to pay for my gas, the guy working behind the counter asks me if I like cowboys. I look up at him with a big grin on my face and answer with a simple "Yee Haw!" He was quit for a minute, then he says, "Yeah, I do too."
I paused for just a second thinking that that sounded weird, but I didn't say anything to him. I continued on writing my check and tried to just forget about what he had said, knowing that if I said anything I was liable to regret saying anything. But, I just couldn't help it...
"Yeah, there's nothing better than a tight ass in a pair of Wranglers," I said to his as I handed over my check. (The little voice in my head is screaming, "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!," in a Bobby Hill voice.)
"Oh, you know, I have a t-shirt that says "Wrangler butts drive me nutts". That is so true!", the clerk said to me. I searched his face for any sort of clue that would let me know that he was joking...but I think he was totally serious!
"That's probably a woman's shirt that says that, you know," I said to him laughing.
He shook his head back at me, never even smiling and sayid, "I know it is. Tha's why I bought it, because there's a cowboy on it."
Seriously. This is a true story.
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