Break #5

What is it about the bank that makes me attractive to the opposite sex? One day last summer while in line, a too-cute-purple-tinted-hair punk girl turned from the teller window to check me out. I had anticipated her looking my way and was able to get my gut sucked in. Then moments later, she turned again; but I was once again ahead of her - gut sucked in, a small smirk to meet her small smile for me. The third time she turned, I once again sucked my gut in - maybe a split second behind the count - but instead of smiling, I merely frowned and thought: Geeeez honey, how many times are ya gonna make me do this?

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