Thursday, June 4, 2009

Not the right time or the right place

Things have been busy lately. My grandad wasn't feeling well this last weekend so my brother and I went to go look after his cows. We stopped to fill up and get a drink at a station in Brownwood. Steven went in and paid while I was filling up, then I went in after he came back. As we were driving off he asked "Did Sandy flirt with you, too?"
"Umm, no. Not that I noticed."
He was silent for half a moment then mentioned that in all the years we've been going through Brownwood, she was the first cute store clerk he'd met. He closed his mouth but I could already tell it was coming.
"Maybe we ought to go back and get some more stuff."

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