Ok KYM, I'm not much for storytelling, but this one just BEARS repeating.
As I've stated several times, I've been incredibly busy lately (which is why I don't get to update or submit memes and images nearly as much lately). The reason for this is my desperate attempt to get money to fund college, as my parents are not exactly the richest people in the world.
So I filled out what we call the Local Scholarship Packet at my school. It's basically a packet that takes in all your information, which the school then duplicates and sends to businesses in the local area to find out if any of them are willing to sponsor a scholarship for you. Pretty nifty, eh? The only thing is, usually you have to go in for an interview with the owner of the business, and this time was no different.
I had been contacted by a local Tire and Car Repair Center (odd, considering my major would be Journalism, but I'm not complaining). I arrive around 4 or 5, (the agreed upon time for the meeting) to find my interviewee has gone shopping.
Naturally I am angry, but realizing I desperately need money, I am patient. I spend the next two hours waiting patiently in the only office (and consequently, the only clean place at the business) wearing some spiffy looking clothing. Which, of course, makes every dirty mechanic in the place eye me suspiciously. For two hours. How fun.
Finally, the interviewee shows up. Now, of course, I'm expecting the owner, a fat greasy man no doubt, to be my interviewer. I had no idea that it was a family business, and that the owners daughter was such a stone cold fox.
I'm not racist, but normally I'm not a sucker for Latina girls. This, however, was totally different. I mean, to say this girl was beautiful was an understatement. Long, dark brown hair, dazzling eyes, the PERFECT body. You really couldn't get any better than this. Her skin was simply the perfect caramel-color, and emitted a sweet-but-barely-smellable perfume which instantly made the room warmer. Cap't Blubbers mom had nothing on her.
Naturally, the past two hours were forgotten instantly.
We spent sometime in joking conversation, starting out lightly. Then we got down to business. Community service, school records, criminal penalties (I had none, by the way), anything that could possibly seal me out of the scholarship, and I passed it with flying colors.
It was around that time I noticed her body language. She was leaning forward intently, and I swore I caught her looking down at my body a few times. As I stated earlier, I was wearing a spiffy, yet thin shirt, revealing my carved undertone (I knew one of these days all that working out would pay off). It was also at this time I noticed that she was starting to lisp a little. Her lips, I had noticed, were becoming increasingly chapped. Nervous, no doubt. It's not everyday that someone like me walks into her office, not to be full of myself.
"Ok Davidson," I thought (well, my real name actually, but you get the point) "Time to seal the deal."
I always carried around a small tube of chap stick in my back pocket just for an occasion like this. Well, that and sometimes my own lips get chapped, but that's not the point. I offered her the chap like it was the Holy Grail, winking ever so coyly while I did it.
"Thanks," she said, "but not thanks. I had Reeces for breakfast."
"Candy, for breakfast?!" I exclaimed.
"Not candy, Reeces Puffs Cereal!"
So she sliiiiiides me a bowl. I crunch into it and WHAM! My mouth goes crazy! That smooth combo of peanut butter and chocolate-y taste attacking my taste buds! Reeces Puffs Cereal: It's candy for breakfast!
