i love it when i’m at starbucks, like now, and i see a dood hitting on a chick.
it’s even more fun the the guy has no chance, and she’s making that very clear, and he’s clueless.
this chick looks positively bored, if not a little grossed out, and he’s all, “how often do you come here?”
and it’s not even like the guy’s stupid — he just isn’t reading her right.
i suppose that’s easy to do, when you’re the guy doing the hitting.
Acquiesce from the album “All You Can Eat” by k.d. lang