I swear the girl at the Wendy's drive-thru tried to pick me up last night. Usually I'm pretty clueless about that sort of thing, and someone usually needs to tell me when I'm getting hit on (I guess since it's such a rare occurrence). Anyway, after I pay I pull up to the pickup window, and she's there; Black, cute, sorta indie-looking with pigtails and black plastic glasses. *Wendy's Girl:* (Leaning halfway out the window) Mmmm, your car must be new, it smells good. *Me:* (Not quite knowing what to make of that) Uh, it's actually 2 years old. (Pointing at seat) Must be the dead-cow interior. *WG:* Wow, you have airbags. _[Huh? Doesn't every car made in the last 15 years have airbags???]_ (WG then notices the couple of empty brown grocery bags I have on my passenger seat) Looks like you've got a lot of homework. *Me:* Oh, bless your heart. My days of doing homework are well and gone. Those are just grocery bags to throw my cat's litter out in. *WG:* So, is it just you and your cat?

At this point my food came and I got the heck out of there. It was almost a little uncomfortable. Flattering, but still a little uncomfortable.