Had a tire failure yesterday, and so found myself at a local tire chain this morning to replace it. I reached in and blindly pulled my wallet out of my bag to pay the pleasant young man who sold me the replacement tire. He reeked slightly of womanizer and douche bag, but he was friendly, if a little cheesy, so I had decided not to completely hate him. He was doing his job well.
I saw his eyes flick to the hand the wallet was in, widen so slightly, a little smirk graced his lips and he looked hurriedly back at his computer monitor. We had been chatting the entire time so I finished what I was saying, and then looked down to my wallet, and realized… that one of the condoms someone *cough*Josh*cough* dropped in my bag to be funny… was caught by a corner in the fold of my wallet.
Needless to say, that square gold wrapper is distinctive.
The Tire Shop Cheeseball disappeared into the back after I paid, and then, the other men I had to deal with before I got out of there went above and beyond to be nice to me. Apologized profusely for the wait. Offered to bring me coffee. Smiled at me a few too many times.
It was like accidental social engineering!
People are funny…
I still chuckle that Josh knew my size.
