Air Head

I stop in to see if they've put the soup away for the night, working days I seldom make it in time for soup. And I love soup.

I be dang, there's soup.

 

My turn at the counter, tired, I tell the gentleman, "First time I've caught you with your soup out."

 

He laughs, tells me, "Well, I hope it's not the last time, you got lucky."

 

I laugh too, agreeing with him.

 

Scanning my card or so I thought, nothing happens. Mind you I know how to swipe my card. I look puzzled I'm sure. He's smiling, knowingly. You know that "knowingly" look, all cocky and stuff.

 

"Let's try this, insert here."

 

Standing straight-up, the card stands up all proud.

 

I throw my head back and lol big, my loud self.

 

"I know how to run a card, typically," we both are laughing, "but sometimes I'm an airhead."

 

Still laughing he tells me, "It's okay, I am too."

 

LIAR.

 

'Twas a long day, but I scored soup and a good belly laugh.

 

Bonus: He was a hot bear of a man.

 

I got lucky.

 

Nite nite guys.

 

xoxo,

 

D