It’s the little things

Thank you, guy at the McDonald’s in line behind me, talking to your friend, and commenting on the shapeliness of the behinds of the women in line ahead of you. I am glad I made the cut. No, really, I am. I’ve been feeling horrible, cranky, and unloved, and knowing that random strangers like my butt is a comfort.

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10 thoughts on “It’s the little things

  1. Marci B.

    HA!!! Isn’t it funny how those kinds of things can totally make your day? They are little gifts, really 🙂

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  2. Emily

    I wonder if he meant it as a pickup line. He could have been waiting for you to turn around and tell him he was your McSteamy so you could have McSweet-lovin’ together. You never know! But pickup lines, when made in a flattering way, are the BEST. Hooray for your ass!

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  3. BipolarLawyerCook

    Emily, I never thought of that! I am such an old married lady that I never even think people are flirting with me. But I guess it’s true, boys will make passes at girls with nice asses. : )

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