Doozy of a day...

Some people have no concept of sarcasm and disinterest. While attempting to keep myself entertained at the office today I encountered a plethora of excuses to rid myself of all sanity. Exhibit A. I shall refer to him as Frank (merely because that is the first male name to pop into my head). Frank is a fairly frequent visitor for our branch. He is a 20 year old male from North Ogden (I know this information due to the small talk which we made during his transactions) who mows lawns with Hispanic men who he talks into ordering at Beto's for him. Somepoint during this transaction Frank started asking questions about me. Are you from around here? How old are you? Nothing too startling. Thats when it hit.

"Do you like your job?" Frank asked which I answered with an of course. "I come in here a lot. Just to see you." BAM! Didn't see that one coming. Immediately my brain turns into overload. I can see now where this is headed and I feel an extreme anxiety over my need to cut him off at the pass. Frank keeps asking questions.

"Do you have a boyfriend Amber?"
"No." Why can I not just be a liar this one time in my life... WHY I SAY!? Then out of no where I blurt out "Don't you have lawns to mow?" Oops.
"Yeah I do. See ya." Franks exits.

I kid you not; not even 3.64 minutes later in walks Frank. Bathroom break anyone? Don't mind if I do! I bend over to pick up my sign to close my window and right as I stand back up... BAM... there he is. No escape. He has another deposit. Coincidence? I think not. Frank then proceeds to recite the typical guy hits on girl conversation "We should go out sometime... blah blah blah" And before I know it numbers are splurting out of my mouth in an uncontrollable manner. Word vomit if you will. Pause... let me tell a short story within a story. One time a guy asked for my number and thinking I was clever I gave him the wrong number. Said guy then proceeded to call my number right then and there so I would "have his number too." I was busted and vowed never to do that again. Ok resume story.

Frank leaves a second time with my number... crap. All the while the girls at work are cackling and calling friends to explain the embarrasment I just endured. Boo. But it doesn't stop there. For anyone else it may have but not for Amber Jo. No sir. A few hours later another teller was helping a guy open a new account. Said guy was with his sister and I really didn't notice them. Sister had to leave before things were finished and upon exiting the branch, felt the need to stop and share the following information with me. "My brother thinks your hot." Wink. No shame.




Why is it that it's always the weird ones who come out and decide to make friendly? Why is it never the ones that I wish would ask? It's a curse I tell you and one that needs to be broken ASAP. All the girls the rest of the day threw out phrases like "I'm so glad I'm married." "I hated dating thank heavens I don't have to do it anymore." By all means rub it in for those of us who do indeed have to endure the cruelty. Boo to you all.

P.S and to top it all off the bloody deli got a new fountain drink machine which doesn't have a diet dr. pepper option... Ugh.