On Tuesday, after my appointment at the osteopath, I decided to grab myself a chicken teryaki roll from Subway. These things are gorgeous, and apparently not that bad for you either.
So I pop into the one on the Quays, and out of the corner of my eye I spot the shitbags guy. I turn towards the counter, and as I place my order I notice that the woman behind the counter is hot.
She begins to make the roll, and I automatically start flirting a little with her. She seems to like the attention, slight as it is.
I feel a presence to my right.
That looks like a nice roll.
It's a great roll.
I look back towards the woman again, and smile.
It's so hard to be a gentleman these days.
I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean.
It's so hard to be a gentleman these days.
Alright...
Great explanation there, sir. The woman behind the counter is putting the finishing touches to my roll.
How much is that roll?
Six - six euro.
Hrm.
The woman hands me the roll, I hand her the cash, and before we can even complete the transaction, in jumps the philosopher-king and asks for the same roll.
Highlight of the week? I saw a badger. Badgers look fucking cool.
Dave posted this entry at 02:59 AM on September 19, 2005. This entry was posted in the category Meta .
john:
while out on the piss on friday we saw a fox over at the entrance of glendale, we tried to catch it, seemd like a good idea at the time. my friend niall wanted to keep it as a pet, but we all new he'd end up eating it, Niall is a Beast