Girl, you’re so special. It’s true.
When you took my order at Captain D’s I loved how you sang the words one by one, confirming my 2 piece fish dinner.
When I axxed – sorry, I meant asked – for a serving of jalapeno poppers, your giggling voice told me to please proceed at the window.
Love it when a woman tells me to “proceed”, it’s special. Shows both respect and willingness to engage. Word.
My nubian princess, being so close to you at the window brought me chills. I almost had tears in my eyes when you axxed – again, I’m sorry, when you asked – about whether I wanted tartar sauce or shrimp sauce with my dinner; all I wanted was some malt vinegar, girl.
Then you handed me the bag with my order and our eyes met. I melted, seeing your calligraphy tattoo on your slender arm. I was hoping for a smile and your phone number on my receipt. Fo’sho.
Alas, I only have your name printed on my receipt. Tyroneiqua.
Oh, how Google seems to hate me for this obvious typo of Tyroniqua, precious chocolate-skinned beauty. One name has no results, the other has less than 100.
I gots work to do.
Next time I visit Captain D’s, I’m gonna axx you out. For realz.
