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As the interaction progresses,
it is obvious the cart girl is a
master at defensive tactics.
She shoots down his unwant-
ed advances using simple fa-
cial expressions. She laughs
and employs the skillful
tongue of a politician during
a presidential debate.
Her actions do not deter the
image the wannabe lover boy
has of them living happily
ever after. He prances and
primps, like Satan enticing
Eve to take a bite from the
apple. She stands her ground
and with one last smile,
climbs into her cart. With a
wave and a nod, tip safely
in hand, she is gone heading
bravely to the next battle.
After her departure, it is time
for the most ludicrous, yet hi-
larious, part of the entire ex-
change. He turns to his bud-
dies, as they collectively roll
their eyes and utters,
“I think she wants me.”
Nearly choking on my new-
ly acquired cold beer and
wracked with the pain of the
frothy liquid exiting my nos-
trils, I reply,
“We will see when she comes
back,” while mentally think-
ing, What an IDIOT!
Three holes later ‘The Dance’
starts all over again.