I think I've posted this before, but anyways, here I go again.
One day while make a delivery to a gas station, I walk around the line of people, to just behind the counter to get a signature. The woman behind the counter is having a difficult time getting a customers credit card to scan. I keep inching toward her and she finally signs the board, and off I go. I leave that store and head straight off to my next deliveries.
I get home that night, and my wife says, I saw you on your route today. She says, you know what, I'm not worried about you meeting any hot babes at work, anymore. I ask, why not? She says, do you remember going to the gas station today? I say yes, why? She says, the clerk was having trouble with a customers credit card, I say, and? Well, I was that customer. I thought that when you left, you were going outside to say hi to the girls waiting in the car, and you just got right into your truck, and left.