Ethanolee: I didn't see you last week. I thought you left for the weekend. I would like to see you everyday.
Me: *hesitation* Every day...You would like to see me every day?
Ethanolee: Yeah, I want to see you every day...*pause* *check cashing going on* Do you have to work tomorrow?
Me: *weirded out* Yes, I have to work tomorrow.
Ethanolee: So, do you need something to do tomorrow night?
Me: Uummm... Nooo...I will be doing homework tomorrow night. I'm a college student.
Ethanolee: Oooh...A college student? *suddenly more interested* *pause* So, you live in...*hands open wide to signify the bank?*
Me: The area? Yes, I live in the area.
Ethanolee: So you are from this town?
Me: Yes, I live in this town...
Ethanolee: Oh, good. So will you give me your phone number?
Me: *no words* *face turning red* *fifteen other ethanol plant workers behind this guy* *I shake my head to signify no* *all other ethanolees laugh at this guy*
Ethanolee: Damn! *not meanly, just a signal of defeat*
*Ethanolee turns around to speak Spanish to his buddies in line and not two minutes later turns around to talk to me again.*
Ethanolee: So you said 217-what?
Me: *laughing at this point* I didn't say anything. I'm not giving you my number.
My Boss: What are you doing over here?
Me: *still laughing* Nothing.
My Boss: Well, we've already had Pedro, so we're good.
*Pedro was the first guy to ask me for my number and proceeded to make hints that he wanted me to call him. He finally gave up...so sad, but I think he has moved on to the new teller. ;) She already stole one of the other girls' "special guys." I will gladly let her have a few of these, too*
Me: Uuummm...Maybe not so much.
*we both laugh at this point*
*I give ethanolee his money*
Ethanolee: Thank you, baby.
*Me more red than the million stop signs in our tiny town*
Me: *laughing* Have a nice weekend.
You have to admit it is hilarious. Let me add that this particular Ethanolee is not one of those tall, dark and handsome Latin Americans. He is a short, middle ager that is kind of round. I get a kick out of these guys, but it's all in good fun. Next time, I am going to give him a number, though. That number is going to be the number of Big T. We have already talked it over, and if one of the guys actually has the guts to call, I am dying to hear their reaction when they hear Big T's voice on the other line. ;)
Remember to laugh at yourself once in awhile.