The customer, T, has just walked away from the counter after requesting a prescription refill. A rare moment of calm descends over the happy pill room, allowing the staff to speak freely, it may be a good thing this does not happen often:
Drugmonkey: Was she showing a little too much cleavage?
Keystone Tech: What?
DM: T, she was just at the counter, she has a habit of showing off the goods you know.
KT: Actually, she was.
DM: I knew it.
KT: Did you see she shot you a look?
It should be noted here that T is hot.....smokin' hot.
DM: A good look or a bad look?
KT: I couldn't tell.
DM: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T TELL???? Awww....man.....I'm screwed. A bad look means she's totally noticed I've been lookin' at what she's showin'
It should also be noted that Drugmonkey is old enough to have conscious memories of the year T was born.
"Other" tech: I saw it. I think it was a good look.
This confirms I'm screwed. If the "other" tech thought it was a good look, chances are very good it was a bad look.
KT: She is pretty, but I don't like her eye shadow.
DM: I've never noticed her eyes.
KT: Oh for Christ sakes. It has to have been a bad look now.
DM: HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL?
KT: What are you doing looking at her cleavage anyway?
DM: For the same reason I would look at a steak if you waved it in front of me at dinner time. We're talking billions of years of evolutionary programming here.
KT: It was a bad look.
DM: I think your opinion has been altered by what you think of my post look comments.
"Other" Tech: It was a good look.
So, a smokin' hot young babe either thinks I'm eye candy or a disgusting old pervert. This day I may have officially entered middle age. My only hope lies in the judgment of the "other" tech.
Sigh.....where's the scotch........