My Stupid MouthIt was the start of the new year, and he had just broken up with his girlfriend of four years on the day after his birthday. after four years of constant fighting, he had finally had enough and for the first time in their relationship, HE initiated the break up. "Me: 1 - She: 1,343", was the count he remembered to himself.. nearly a week had passed since that fateful day of their separation.. and she was still playing hardball.. thinking that he'd be running back to her.. as he always did.. "not this time", he thought to himself.. "this is different"..
He headed off to the bank to cash in some checks he had forgotten to do the week before.. he sat in line at the bank, knowing he'd be in for a long wait.. "Today won't be a good day.." he said.. he hated mondays with a vengeance, but he didn't mind waiting in the bank cuz of Amy,the awfully cute bank teller that just started working there a couple of months ago. Amy didn't look like your typical bank teller.. she was obviously fresh out of college, had braces on, and had that slight mestiza look.. so you couldn't really tell where she was from.. she had a warm, loving smile everytime she saw him.. ok, fine... a "polite" smile.. and maybe it was for all the bank clients.. but still..
"she's fresh out from college.. so am i.. the age gap shouldn't be so big.." he thought to himself with an excited smile on his face.. of course the ever present voice spoke up as it always did, " but i don't think she spent seven years in college, moron.. so the age gap is huge."
of course it didn't really matter.. he's always been "torpe".. he never spoke to amy about anything before cuz of his jealous girlfriend... that one time he DID try speaking to her, he accidentally spat on the check while saying something.. causing the ink to blot his name out, leading to him needing his bosses countersignature before he could encash it..
but this was different.. this was the first time he saw her as a single man.. a "dashing debonaire bachelor".. "Think Cary Grant... Clark Gable.. Robert Redford" He said to himself.." Redford White you mean".. The voice shot back..
Amy then called out his name.. he liked the sound of her voice.. he loved the way he said his name.. had a nice ring to it.. " Are you gonna ask her out?" the voice inquired.. "Yes-no-...maybe? I don't know.. it would seem kinda inappropriate don't ya think?" The voice replied,"Maybe.. but then again, asking for her number isn't really a horrible crime.."
"Exuse me Sir", Amy said in her soft silky voice.. " Can i get your phone number?"
His heart stopped. his throat went dry all of a sudden.
"Say something smooth, man! you can do it!" the voice cheered him on, in obvious disbelief as well... He was by no means a hunk or a stud... a beautiful girl asking for his number was a rarity.. he can't remember the last time a girl asked for a number simply because it never happened before..
he cleared his throat, woke up from his daze and said " oh yeah! sure! definitely! can i get yours too? I've been meaning to ask you for quite sometime but-"
Amy smiled and bit her lip as he rambled on and on.. it looked as if she was trying with all her might not to laugh.. and losing that battle..
"No sir-", she interrupted..." i need to write your phone number at the back of your check.. you need to endorse it before i can encash it" she said with a beaming smile.
"ok... Pants? Meet shit.", the voice says.
"Oh. ooh. ooooohh my god.. i'm sorry!" he said, wishing that it was possible to hide under the counter and never be seen ever again. " I thought.. i was.. i.. " He wisely gave up the function of "speaking" and simply wrote the necessary details on the check and handed it back.. "I'm sorry" he said.. shaking his head.. "This is not a good day",he mutters under his breath..
Amy returned moments later with his money, still with that beaming smile that could turn sand into glass.. "Here you go, Sir... would there be anything else?", she says with a twinkle in her eye
"No.. No thank you.. " he said.. unable to make eye contact.. practically staring at the floor.. he headed out the door.. and as soon as he got out.. he slapped himself on the forehead.. "nice one, Einstein".. "Don't be too hard on yourself.. i misunderstood her as well.." the voice said sympathetically.. "Yeah but don't you see? i should've realized this right away! things like this don't usually happen to me.." "You'll never know man.. you're a single guy now... first time in for years for you to be on the market.."
"Excuse me... Sir...?" a voice rang through the background... That same silky voice.. he turned around.. Lo and behold, it was Amy.. "Oh Hi.. I was just-" he said.. realizing he was ill prepared for this situation.. he did not know what the continuation of that sentence would be...
with a slight giggle, she said " Sir, this is My Calling Card.. feel free to call me if you have any problems..Umm...Sir?"
He could not believe his ears.. "Sorry," he said.. shaking his head trying to wake from the daze.. " she laughed and said " Do you have a card, sir?"
"No.. No i don't.. but.. i'll get your number here and just text you.. how does that sound?" He said in a language that can only be described as half english and half "ummmaa-ummmaaa"...
"Great! I'll be waiting!" She says. As she turns around to go back into the bank, He quickly calls her out.."Amy!" he yells.. she turns around a bit startled.. "Don't call me 'Sir'", he says with a slight laugh.. She turns around again,with an obvious smile on her face leaving him still trying to comprehend what just happened.
"Score one for the smoothie", the voice said..
"Wow", he said with a smile... "Today is a Good Day..."
You're a smooth and silky suave type! You exude class and you believe in tradition. A classical taste who doesn't like things to be too flashy or showy. Climb the Eiffel tower of taste with a spoonfull of you! Oui Oui!
