The stores closed and we're all waiting around to leave. Everyone's in conversational clicks. I just find a seat on the floor, my feet hurt. One of my co-workers sits down next to me. He's a nice guy, but a little left field. Awkward 1 sentence questions and 1 sentence replies are exchanged. Then he asks if I can take him home. I live in the completely opposite direction so I tell him only if nobody else closer is able. He pauses, "checks his phone", and then proceeds to ask for my number. I ask why, as in do you need it for rides or text sex. He says so he can take me out sometime.
Motherfucker, how.
That's what I thought to myself.
I just thought that was ironic. . .
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