Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Really?

We pull to up our favorite market tonight, to pick up dinner. We frequent this establishment so often that we have been offered a house account. The food is amazing. I highly recommend it if you are ever in the Fifth Ward. As we're exiting the car, the handsome man reads aloud the for-hire sign on the door. We joke about how great it would be to work there. I walk up to our favorite man behind the counter and begin to discuss the particulars of the position. The main selling point, for me anyway, is the family discount given to staff. I fill out an application in full. We purchase a scrumptious dinner and head on our way. On the ride home, after joking some more about how the handsome man would visit and harass me at work, he asks me how I knew they were hiring. My only response was, "Really?" His response was one of confusion, obviously. I reminded him of our entrance into the market not 15 minutes earlier. We laughed the rest of the way home.

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