Me pulling up to the pick-up window at McDonald’s and a young gentleman handing me my food and drink.
ME: “May I have some packets of ketchup, or whatever they’re called these days?”
YG: Offers me a handful of ketchup packets with a smarmy grin. “I’m sorry, but we’re all out of ketchup.”
ME: “Is that so?” With one raised eyebrow, I take the mysterious packets, but one falls on the ground.
ME: Leaning in with my own smarmy grin. “Think I can get another?”
He hands me another packet or two, as we continue to exchange our silly grins.
This is why I can never leave the house. I’m just oozing with too much sex appeal.