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Six Miles and the U-Haul Guys

Okay, I lied. It was only 5.85 miles, but in my book, that’s close enough. Ariele, Katie, and I went running this morning. Katie and I had a “long run” scheduled for this morning as part of our training for the 10k we plan to run on Super Bowl Sunday. The schedule said we should run 6 miles today. The route we took got us pretty close, and I was able to run it in 53 minutes and 5 seconds. I’m happy.

As part of my celebration, I decided to go pick up a large pepperoni pizza from Little Caesars for lunch. I stood in line behind two guys wearing U-Haul shirts who were approximately my age (mid-twenties). A very attractive young woman, probably around twenty one years old or so, came in and had a very brief conversation with the girl working the cash register. The attractive woman then left.

Little Caesars didn’t have the pizzas ready to go; they were going to be out of the oven shortly. So the U-Haul guys sat down in chairs in one corner; I sat down in a chair in another corner. The attractive young woman came back into the store and again had a very brief conversation with the girl at the cash register. At this point, all of the pizzas were ready, so the U-Haul guys grabbed theirs, I grabbed mine, and the three of us left just as the attractive girl was leaving.

As we were walking out the door, one of the U-Haul yahoos said to the girl, “Where ya goin’, missy?” The girl made about a quarter turn as she continued to walk and pointed across the strip center. The guy then asked, “Wha-choo do?” She said “tanning salon” and again pointed across the strip center as she continued to walk away.

I’m no ladies man, but I have a couple of suggestions for these guys. First, try to form complete sentences. The ladies respect that. They tend to be big fans of literacy, so the more you can demonstrate your command of conversational English, generally the better off you are.

Second, lower your expectations. This girl was way out of these guys’ league. And the guy started this nonsense as they were unlocking their U-Haul minivan. What? Did you expect the girl to follow you and your Crazy Bread into the minivan and get freaky? This isn’t a porno, gentlemen. That kind of stuff doesn’t happen in real life.

But it was good entertainment, I have to give them that.