The Post About a Cashier and His Poor Choice in Women

This weekend, I met and fell in love with this Red Velvet Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. Sidebar: I ate it for breakfast the next morning.

Before arriving at The Factory, I stopped to buy some reading material at Books-A-Million.

Because my shelves could really use more books. I have a problem.

As I made my way to the front with three new publications, an adorable cashier in his early twenties came to check me out.

Here's a transcript of our conversation:

Faux-hawk: Hi. How are you?

Me: Great! How are you?

Faux-hawk: Umm... Well... I'd be lying if I said I was okay.

INSIDE JAMIE: When I asked "How are you?" dude - that was actually rhetorical.

Me: Is everything okay? (shoving books closer to his register.)

Faux-hawk: Umm... no... It's women.

INSIDE JAMIE: Ugh. There's cheesecake waiting to marry me.

Me: Well, we can be tough on guys.

Faux-hawk: My girlfriend broke up with me.

INSIDE JAMIE: Ring it up. Ring it up. Ring it up. Do it now.

Me: That's too bad.

Faux-hawk: I really loved her.

INSIDE JAMIE: Just nod sadly. And shake your keys.

Faux-hawk: She's a lesbian.

Me: Alrighty, then.

{image: Jamie - part of my Project 365. All previous photos can be found at Flickr.}