Prom sucks when you work at a tux shop. But this little ray of sunshine came into the store Saturday and brightened my day considerably.
A cutie strolled in w/her mom, looking for some last minute idea's. (She and her date were dressing in 50's style outfits. They wanted a zoot hat and some additional costume bling.) Her hair was up, nails and toenails painted...literally "ready to go", except for her sweats. And her black eyes.
Yup, two shiners.
While her mom was using the loo, I asked her "Okay, I know there has to be a story". Quick on the uptake she was, she replied "Soft ball".
(moi) "Yeah?"
(Her) "Well, I was playing shortstop and went for a low bounce grounder and on the last bounce it went right past my glove and hit me on the forehead. "
(me) "Ow, not the best accident to happen before prom".
(her- Straight faced) "Yeah, our coach is always telling me to dig for those balls when they are coming atcha."
Damn. Funny Funny Funny.
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Dig for those balls, and don't forget to choke up your grip on the bat.
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