Everyone who knows me well knows that I'm always in the thrift store hunting for the next best thing; well yesterday I wasn't the only one hunting for the next best thing in the Salvation Army thrift. This tall man still dressed in his scrubs from work was sitting in the furniture section of the store talking with any women that would allow him to strike up a conversation. I had my eye on this beautiful mid century modern desk and he was sitting by it so you know he had to try to add me to the list of women he was hitting on.... But you know I can't stand when someone insults my intelligence by:
- Telling how he divorced his wife by giving her one of the cars, the dog, & 10,000.00 because all she wanted was his money. (WTI)
- Making sure I know where he lived and that he had a game room and how much money he made per hour (I make more). Oh he had to let me know he just worked a 12 hour shift, & how much many gadgets he owned, blah blah blah.
- If you have all of this why is your mouth so raggedy.
- Finally trying to talk to everything that had a vagina, women old enough to be my mom!
The manager got my attention and pulled me to a safe distance to warn me about this man... I told her I already peeped him but thanks for looking out for me.
But dude you are speed dating in the Salvation Army Thrift! Creepy....
