. . . with car wash boys.
Let me explain:
Two days ago it rained pretty steadily for a while. Enough that as I was out driving, windshield wipers doing their thang, and mud running down the side of my windshield, I was prompted to consider a car wash. Either that or it was very dirty rain.
So today, with the sun shining and beautiful, and a few minutes to spare (what? unheard of, I know), I decided to go to the car wash. (A side note to apologize to everyone for the rain that will come tomorrow as a result of my decision today.) We all know Firehouse has cheap Wednesdays, but you can't beat a prepaid (read: free) one at Chevron. So off we go, join the small line of other dirty cars, and wait for the attendant to come get our coupon. As he's at my window, I decide to go for it.
"Are you all doing complimentary wipe-offs today?" Smile.
"You want a free one, huh?" he asks, tilting his head like he's interested in a deal.
"Yep."
"Maybe." Then writes an orange "WO" on my windshield. "Just don't tell anybody."
"Deal." I say, "and thanks!"
He smiles and walks to the next car. I sit gloating in my almost-to-be-cleaned car. Ok, so it wasn't really flirting, but it caught your attention, right?
Never hurts to ask.
Or smile.
: )
Let me explain:
Two days ago it rained pretty steadily for a while. Enough that as I was out driving, windshield wipers doing their thang, and mud running down the side of my windshield, I was prompted to consider a car wash. Either that or it was very dirty rain.
So today, with the sun shining and beautiful, and a few minutes to spare (what? unheard of, I know), I decided to go to the car wash. (A side note to apologize to everyone for the rain that will come tomorrow as a result of my decision today.) We all know Firehouse has cheap Wednesdays, but you can't beat a prepaid (read: free) one at Chevron. So off we go, join the small line of other dirty cars, and wait for the attendant to come get our coupon. As he's at my window, I decide to go for it.
"Are you all doing complimentary wipe-offs today?" Smile.
"You want a free one, huh?" he asks, tilting his head like he's interested in a deal.
"Yep."
"Maybe." Then writes an orange "WO" on my windshield. "Just don't tell anybody."
"Deal." I say, "and thanks!"
He smiles and walks to the next car. I sit gloating in my almost-to-be-cleaned car. Ok, so it wasn't really flirting, but it caught your attention, right?
Never hurts to ask.
Or smile.
: )
Comments
Never hurts to ask, but sure helps to be as charming as you!