Love the cleavage, and it is so freaking true. rats
Use my handy dandy response "Hell if I know."
He he... with that nice cleavage, I'd definitely be staying around to hear *your* directions, and asking you for them in detail!
I got an answer to solve your problem. Throw on some cologne and a strap on. Now you appear to be a guy.
this happens too often. at this point i'm sort of used to it. but i'd just like to say that I absolutely love your blog! i've spent the past few nights reading your entries and as a fellow cashier and gas station drone, i feel your pain.
Ha! Same thing happens to me. Though im a guy, but I still have some pretty good cleavage going on... I guess that's a bad thing tho... But I always tell people I have no idea. They ask me for highway numbers. I have no damn clue what the highway numbers are, I just know how to get to places and usually use the road signs. Or my trusty GPS. And when I do give them the directions they ask for, they ask another customer, and they usually just say the same thing I do. I tell ya... Being a cashier would be great if it weren't for the mouth breathers out there.
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