Jamba Juice Seductress
vinh:
There’s a Jamba Juice adjacent to my venue that I pay daily morning visits to before I come into work. Lately, there’s been this girl who works there who gives me the stare. It’s a stare that is a blend of the, “Hey, I think you’re attractive. Want to share a cake or something?” look, and “I have warrants out in three states for assaulting dudes who done me wrong.”
On Monday, she served guests who placed their order after I did just so she could have precious seconds alone with me. Her plan was flawed, because I grabbed my drink, said a quick thanks, and bolted out of the store. I ordered the original size, which is 24 ounces, but her lust for me earned a free upgrade to the powerful 30 ounce cup. Really? You’re going to try to impress me with an additional six ounces of fruity beverage? Now had she worked at the Lego store…
hey man, dont hate on the upgrade. she’s just trying to do what she can to subtly tell you she wants your banana. teehee. is she cute?