I work in the not so lovely city of West Valley. Not only this, but I work in the industrial section of WVC. It often times stinks like a barn and is literally 2 minutes away from the airport if that helps you understand that part of town we are talking about here. Today, I figured out the best perk of working in such conditions: if you shower daily and get ready for the day, you are a knockout.
The Maverik by my work is always hopping, and this morning was no different. I am extremely disgusted by the amount of people that eat hotdogs from there at 8:00 in the morning, but that is an entirely separate topic. This morning, my self esteem boosting Maverik experience went a little like this:
- I walk up to the door. Chubby, dirty, old construction guy holds the door for me and smiles…I smile back and say thanks.
- I walk back to the fountain machine and stand in line behind the other 5 men. They all look back, smile, and tell me to go next. Thanks guys. As I fill up my drink, one guy is there handing me a lid while a different guy is on my other side handing me a straw. Such service!
- I wait in line at the cashier and notice this guy across the counter that is actually pretty hot and even clean. (99% of the people in the Mav were construction workers so dirty is part of their job) He smiles at me…I smile back. He gets to the counter, winks at me, and tells his cashier he would like to pay for my drink as well. I mouth thanks to him across the cashiers circle and step out of line.
- Hot guy that bought my drink holds the door for me and proceeds to tell me I have beautiful eyes. I kindly thank him and say something witty in return. I get in my car, drive away and already feel better about myself and the day.
Mr. Maverik….thanks for making a girls day!
2 comments:
I think it is safe to say that you "Heart" Maverick . . . chuckle chuckle. However I feel the need to warn you Lindsay about this thing many evil gentleman do, called roofies. Now, did you fall alseep upon entering work after visiting the Mav? Yikes, I know you did cause it's datamark. Hmm. Just be careful, I don't want to see your new beau on Dateline.
I got spit on (okay not OFFICIALLY spit on like directly at me, but it was the spray from someone spitting) once when I was leaving a "Maverick-ish" gas stop. I think you have found a pit-stop-place for life!
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