dear diary...

So work was boring as all get out the other night. The weather really affects sales because the store I work at is in an outdoor mall. So it was boring in the store and cold and wet outside. And on top of that, I was really hungry. So I walk down to the only restaurant in the mall to grab a sandwich. It was boring there, too. As I was grabbing my necessary condiments, the girl ringing me up asked if I worked in the mall. I answered, then she asked if she could see my shoes. I was rather puzzled, and sort of mumbled something or another. She asked if they were Chucks, to which I said, "Why yes, yes they are. And I sort of drew all over them too." And she said something about seeing me before and wanting to give me her number. Then she blushed and said that she was really sorry about this being so awkward. I said not to worry about it and smiled a little. Finally my sandwich was ready and I was getting ready to leave. She handed me my receipt, then her number. Score.

I may be overracting, but no one ever gave me their number before. So I'm excited. And it's all due to my Chucks. Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm a'callin' her tomorry.