Our office complex has three major towers. I think they are about 12 stories each. They are connected by the first floor, which has a number of small businesses; daycare, cafe, hair salon, Kincaid's restaurant, etc.
I was sitting at a hightop outside the cafe and hair salon on the phone a Dr's Billing Department trying to clear up a bill. Super Uber hottie from the salon sees me and smiles. I think to myself... "Yes... yes... you do see BKG... you liiiike BKG..." You know - normal stuff.
She walks over to me, sets a small sample of Crew hair product on the table (mind you, I'm still on the phone), smiles and walks back into the salon...
So I say to myself, in that slightly whiny, panicing nasally 13 year old girl inner dialog voice... "WTF is wrong my with hair!?!?!?!?" Followed shortly by "Yes.. Yes... She wants me... She has good taste." Again... normal stuff, right?
She disappeared, so I went to the cafe and picked up some lunch. Mentioned it to the cooks (they rock) who got all excited about it, told me her name and wanted an update the next time I stopped in...
So I stepped into the salon, with my uber sexy poly-styrean (don't ask me to spell that) box lunch in my hands and ask... "Are you suggesting I'm having a bad hair day? Cause I spent time on this!" with a smile. She responded with a "no! I just say you sitting there an thought I would give you some product. By the way, I'm having a hairdcut sale... Only $15... Would you like one?"
So I'm not sure if she was marketing herself for a way overpriced haircut (I hate paying for haircuts, which is why one of the top 10 criteria for a future Mrs. BKG is that she can cut hair)... or if she wants me badly.
Perhaps I should make this a poll?