My model railroad club is having an open house this weekend, and last night I was given the task of fixing some fluorescent lights. Off to Lowe’s I went, to buy the parts.
I found what I needed, and per usual practice, I selected a cashier on the basis of who was the cutest ;). In line ahead of me was a guy who must have been an extra in a Revenge of the Nerds flick. Unkempt hair, cheesy beard, rumpled mismatched cloths, the whole nine yards. His cart was full of metal: threaded rods, sheet metal, and L channel. Whatever his project was, he had some serious metalworking ahead of him.
Anyways, the hottie cashier rang him up, and sort of smirked the whole time. As he walked through the doorway to leave, I leaned over to the babelette, and said, “Let me guess. All that stuff was for his robot, his GIRL robot.”
The poor cashier laughed so hard that it took her full minute to collect herself to ring up my little collection of electrical parts.
And I just noticed that the collection of smilies has been fixed. Yeeha!
