When compliments go wrong
August 4th, 2008 by Sarah MorrisonI go to a market by my house to buy booze one evening. The dude working cards me. He looks at my license, back up at me, and remarks, “Beautiful!” I blush a little and mutter an awkward thank you. I return hours later to buy cigarettes. Said dude is working the register next to the one I am approaching. He taps my register dude on the shoulder and goes, “Make sure you card her. She has the hottest licence photo.”




























