| I swear, the people at my local CVS and Supermarket are going to think I just go in to Sarge. Anyway, I'm at CVS. I walk and see a blond, and it puts me in sarge mode. She is an HB9. Before she looks up, this reminds me to smile and act like I own the store. She looks over, sees me, and ducks around the corner. I keep course straight toward my objective (beer). As I walk past the isle she ducked down, she pops out and walks next to me for about ten steps and then stops at the gift card display. I act like I don't notice any of this, grab my beer, and head back up front. She is looking at gift cards and positions herself perfectly so I have to look over my shoulder to open her. I look over my shoulder, and as soon as I do, her eyes meet mine.
Me: "Last minute gift shopping?"
HB9: "yeah, I have to be at the party in 20 minutes, it's a co-worker"
Me: "do you know anything about her?"
HB9: "him. not much, he's kind of a tool, it's a going away thing"
Me: "Well, I may be able to help you out, giftcards do seem a good way to go"
HB9: "Yeah, but to where"
Me: "it's a guy, can't go wrong with bestbuy"
HB9: "oh, they have best buy!"
Me: "there you go, you are done. I hate these kind of parties, how long are you obligated to go for"
blah blah blah fluff fluff fluff
Me: "you seem really nice, I'd like to get to know you better, what are you doing for happy hour tommorow?"
Time bridge and number close.
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