Cats.Post the story in more detail. And post pics.
Ok. I didn't want to because its not a great success. Its really only a success because i got her number, otherwise its pretty pitiful.
This post office is sorta outta my way most of the time but if I stop by on the way to work its not a huge detour. I called called into work for Thursday and had a few things to ship out so I was like word, here we go again. I decided to leave one package in the car for Friday just incase she isn't working. Good thing I did that cause she wasn't there thursday.
Friday on my way to work, I'm running a bit late but I had already decided it was today or never since Killington open Monday and I won't give a shit about it then. If she's not working I'm over it. This is about to be my 4th attempt I think and that just sounds desperate as fuck typing it. Anyway I roll in and have to fill out a customs form. I go up to the cashier to grab a pen and behind the customer being helped I discover she is working.
I get the pen and go back to the counter to fill out my customs form. I take my sweet time doing so because now that I know she is here I know that I have to pull the trigger on asking her for her number, mostly for myself but also because I now have my online community on my back expecting me to deliver. I manage to fill out the form without passing out. The customer that was there has left but she is no longer behind the register.
I ring the bell "for assistance," nervous that someone else will come out to help me and I'd feel like an idiot. Fortunately she comes around the corner. We small talk a bit while she enters the information. Its going well. I don't really make her laugh at all which I would consider a strength of mine when talking to girls so I'm not really feeling so confident. Time is running out because she tells me the total.
I'm panicking as I hand her the 11 dollars because I don't have an in. I have not managed to charm her, flirt with her, or make her laugh. It was fairly vanilla conversation so why the fuck would she give me her number.
She hands me my change and reaches to give me my receipt. I'm fucked. Literally I'm out of time. I need to do it now. With my receipt in hand I have no reason to still be standing at the register. Secretly I'm mustering up the courage to ask her and finally manage to get the words out.
"Can I ask you for your number?"
She pauses, puts her head down with a little smile and says, "Yes."
Then in an astounding show of my confidence is respond with, "Really?"
I reach for my phone which I quickly realize is a mistake. She was reaching for a pen to write it on my receipt which would have been way more awesome then what I do next.
With my flip phone out of my pocket I open it and she starts to say her number. Probably regretting agreeing to share it with me after seeing my cellular device. My fingers are trembling as I enter it cautiously. I ask her to repeat herself to make sure I've got it right. Then I tell her to enjoy the rest of her day and I leave.
I make it to my car even tho my legs are jello at this point and blast some Cam'ron all the way to work.