Haha, like the to be continued?
Ok, where was I? Oh yea, DQ...long line...not seeing anyone I knew. Right!
So, instead of just waiting in the line, I figure it is Sunday, at DQ...I am not going to know anyone. I do not know anyone who goes to DQ as much as I do. I never see anyone here that I know. The place was packed, but still...
I should probably back track a bit here and tell you about my "I'm not so secretly in love with our pizza guy" story. Ok, so that is a bit of an over exaggeration but stay with me here. He is Italian...owns his own pizza place here in town, we go really often, he calls the ladies honey, darling and dear, in his oh so sexy Italian accent (and before you get to worried...this is nothing my husband does not know, it is our little joke.) I should mention too that my husband is Italian but he does not talk like this...Anyway, it is not that "the pizza guy" is all that good looking really. I mean he is a 40something year old guy, average looking I guess but it is totally the accent that will knock your socks off. Ok...there is the "set up." You totally see where I am going with this, right?
So anyway, I think, "Ok, I'll just run in really quick and be right back out, unrecognized and carry on about my day." So in I go, cash in hand ready to purchase the beloved dipped cone and Dilly Bars for the kiddos when what do I hear behind me but, "Hello darlin'. Have not seen you in a while, how are you doing?" Oh my...thought I was just going to pass out and die, right there.
That's what I get for looking like a lazy bum on a Sunday. Maybe it will get me out of my "I'm gonna stay in pjs till bed time kick!" Nah, I doubt it. He told me I looked nice anyway...
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