i win at flirting. inadvertent flirting, anyway.

this morning as i was driving to work, the guy in the car next to me caught my eye and gave me a familiar little grin and wave. it was very much a "hey, fancy seeing you here, long time no see" gesture, so my pre-coffee autopilot had me grinning back warmly with a little head nod before i knew it. as his lane slowed and i proceeded to pass him, my brain kicked into gear trying to figure out who he was. i was about a mile away from my office, headed into a large 3-hour all-hands meeting, so i figured it was one of the guys i work with regularly, but one who typically works remotely and not in the office. i'm pretty awful with names and faces, so this was a highly probable guess.

as i continued racking my brain* to place him, i heard a car behind me gun its engine and pull level with my window again: my still-unplaced-potential coworker had pulled even with me, this time so he could wink and make a kissy face at me. oh. so, uh, not a coworker. oops.

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i brought my civic into honda last friday for its 120k mile tuneup, where they proceeded to hold it hostage for additional work until yesterday, when i was allowed to come bail it out for roughly $80 brazillion in cash and my first born child. retrieving my car was a convoluted process wherein i had to head to the metro from my house, get on for just one stop, wait at that stop for a shuttle from the dealership, and finally be delivered to my car. i had an activity that evening that required some.. um.. questionable shoes. we're basically talking stripper heels. (those of you on twitter already know what i'm talking about; those of you who aren't, i assure you it's much less exciting and/or dirty than you think.)

in any event, normally i would stash these shoes, say, in my car. except i didn't yet HAVE a car, as i was on my way to get it, and i was leaving directly from the dealership. so i shoved the heels into my purse and hoped for the best.

fast forward to me standing at the counter signing away several hundred dollars, with my purse resting on the ledge while i signed.

service rep: wow. do you always carry around shoes like that in your bag?
me: [effff.] haha. uh, no. it's sort of a long story.
service rep, to cashier behind the window: look, did you see her shoes??
cashier: no!
service rep, to me: you should show her! pull them out and give her a look!
me: [dies]

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*for any word nerds like me, who wondered about the difference and/or etymology of wrack vs. rack, check out this site that i consulted to figure out whether it should be "to wrack one's brain" or "to rack one's brain." she's a helpful lady.