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I know what you are thinking. “Donald Duck, you say? Romance, what?”
No, I don’t find Donald Duck attractive but the strangest event happened to me recently and I found it of utmost importance to tell you good people.
It all began, like most of “my” stories do, at the Dollar Tree.
I was at my register minding my own business, day dreaming about Bou in stiletto heels >w<, when out of no where this man comes into my line. From the looks of him he looked like your everyday Average-Joe, little did I know that he was far from average . As I rung him up I noticed him staring at me and went about my business then out of now where I hear in a Donald Duck voice “You are very pretty”. (( WTF o-o;; )) I look up at the man trying to console my fear and confusion only for him to continue with his act. He managed to prolong my insecurity but saying I had a nice name, asking what time it was, and inquired the time in the voice. When he left I stood there for a few minutes thinking about all the weirdest ways I have been complimented and flittered with at my work and he is, and will be by far, the most memorable.
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 Fraise fille · Sat Mar 10, 2007 @ 03:37am · 4 Comments |
