This morning I dropped my 2003 Prius (that I'm getting rid of the instant I get married) off at the Toyota dealership for its much overdue major service. The dealership folk decided to give me a Honda Civic for the day while they do god-knows-what to my car, which came with a new service person to explain how to operate the car - you know, because I've never driven a car before.
After explaining to me how to "control the temperature in the cabin," the service man escorted me inside the shop to check my driver's license. After inspecting my license, he asked "so, October 22 - would that make you a Libra or a Scorpio?" Is that a pick-up line? Am I like a light to moths when it comes to service people? Is this why all my previous relationships have failed? Because I keep going for guys who are aspiring to graduate college? This explains so much.
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