Recently, I got a new cell phone.
It's this one:
Jason was totally digging it, so he asked me to go get him one. Except he didn't want red, as it is deemed a "girl" color.
So, off I went to the US Cellular store today to purchase his phone.
I went in and told the salesperson (we'll just call him Biff) that I wanted to purchase a phone for the second line on my account and that I wanted the Silver Razr.
Biff was quite chatty, asking me all manner of questions while he looked up my account. Where do you work? What do you do there? What's a normal day like for you?
Suddenly he stopped and said:
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
*INSERT HUGE EYE ROLL*
I said, "Um, thanks."
He said, "So. Who's the second phone for? Your boyfriend?"
I said, "Actually, he's my husband."
Biff looked perplexed, "Husband? Darn. I thought he was your boyfriend."
"See," I said, pointing to the screen. "Note that we have the same last name."
"To bad," Biff sighed. "I was going to ask you out on a date."
People. Seriously. He was probably 22.
I laughed. Then I laughed harder. Then I couldn't stop laughing.
"Biff," I said. "You are quite the salesman."
Biff pouted. "No seriously. I was."
"You thought I had a boyfriend and you were going to ask me out?" I said. "Seriously?"
"Seriously!" he said.
"Biff," I explained. "I'm a happily married woman. I have twins that will be nine tomorrow. The last thing I need is a date."
Biff's face turned kind of red. Like my cell phone.
He quickly finished my transaction and even called me ma'am as he sent me out into the cold, dark night.
What a goob.
Still, I hope he finds a nice chick. Biff's need love too.