Nothing gets my engine revving more than when some creepy perv Mcgee is trying to flirt with me and I get to put him in his place in a super cool, nonchalant way. So I started my second job tonight, which is working the front desk at a hotel in town.
Apparently for the next 4 months, we're like half booked with railroad and regular construction worker dudes. They all roll in tonight to check in, acting like BAMF's (bad ass motherfuckers, from when dane cook was still funny), telling me I'm gorgeous and when I fail at anything since it's my first night I'm just like... ommmggg giggle giggle its my first night! and they eat it up.
so toward the end of my shift, one of the biggest baddest of all the constructies comes over to his buds who are watching football in the lobby, eating their 92" sandwiches and drinking beer, and talking about how they wanna bone me like I can't hear. He walks up to the desk with his corona and says "Hey there sweetheart, you got a bottle opener back there?" I'm like, umm I don't think so, but I have a lighter? And I busted it out of my pocket and give it to him. I then get to watch him fumble with it like an idiot, chipping off the end of my lighter and not having any success. So I make this face at him
and say "Ok, give me that, I went to college." and, like fucking MAGIC, because I swear, I can NEEEEVVVVVER successfully open a beer bottle with a lighter the first try, I pop that sucker off like I've been doing it straight out the womb. GODDAMN I looked like such a hotshot. and mr. badass construction worker had to tuck his tail between his beefy thighs and shuffle back over to his friends who were all giggling and now think I'm even hotter.
NIGHT ONE AT JOB #2= GREAT SUCCESS!
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