It was my lunch break. I was juggling my recent purchase of a giant bag a skitttles, a diet dr. pepper and a bag of M&M's (for later, I promise) between my arms and my purse when all of a sudden, I heard a deep voice behind me.
"Hey, you dropped something!"
I turn around and see this lanky young man looking at me. Then I check the ground, expecting to find that I had dropped one of my bags of candy (the HORROR!). Nothing was there.
"Yeah. You dropped my number. Here I'll give it to you," the young man follows up.
I give him a look that could probably curdle Jell-o (and Jell-o doesn't even curdle). Then my agitation inspires courage.
"Oh wait. You were right. I DID drop something. I dropped this note. It says 'GET LOST'."
Then I turn my back to him and smile triumphantly. Ok, actually the smile is only two parts triumph and one part ego-boost.
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