A story to tell: Getting hit on?
Do I have a story to tell you. I'm pretty sure that I got hit on tonight by male cashier at one of the restaurants around our game night location.
Him: What name should I put on the order?
Me: Russell.
Him: *as he types the name into the computer* My best friend's name is Russell. You're not him, are you?
Me: *puzzled* No...
Him: I was hoping you would say yes, so our friendship could blossom.
What. Uh... okay... Awkward. I wasn't sure what to say to that.
He hands me my receipt to sign and then I go on my merry way to wait for the food to come out.
Once it does he makes eye contact again and says something friendly about enjoying the food and having a good evening.
Him: What name should I put on the order?
Me: Russell.
Him: *as he types the name into the computer* My best friend's name is Russell. You're not him, are you?
Me: *puzzled* No...
Him: I was hoping you would say yes, so our friendship could blossom.
What. Uh... okay... Awkward. I wasn't sure what to say to that.
He hands me my receipt to sign and then I go on my merry way to wait for the food to come out.
Once it does he makes eye contact again and says something friendly about enjoying the food and having a good evening.
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amused
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