Friday, April 24, 2009
At the store yesterday...
My cashier was a cute girl, maybe 19, and quite toasty. As she's ringing up my order she's squealing, "Oh my god, you're freaking me out Sean. Tell me it isn't true! Is it gonna happen to me?" Lobster Boy, (Sean) appears, also about 19. Apparently he just had a cancerous growth removed from his neck and his doctor told him to stop tanning. Much squealing, lilting, and oh-my-godding.
Then a normal skinned cashier chimes in, "Sean, your doctor told you you stop tanning and you really should."
"I know, but it's the only thing I'm good at..."