I know you all love the stories I have to tell, and I might as well post them in a thread instead of saturating the chat with them. Lets start it off here, with an after school special of sorts! So I was on my way home after school right? I was going to get some bagels. Lots of them. Like, three! I walked in to Bruegger's, and some grumpy middle-aged fat guy was mopping the floor. I went to go look at the bagel selection, while the girl behind the counter asked me what I would like to get. I said "I dunno... just lookin' at bagels." Pretty stupid right? Right. She laughed and told me to let her know when I was ready. As I continue to just look at the bagel selection, she asks "Looking for anything particular?" to which I respond with "Not sure, really," and swerve out of the conversation with a "Hmmmmm..." that fades out. The fat man that was mopping the floor earlier comes to talk to the girl on the other side of the counter. I don't hear much, but he really gets in her face. I hear her say "No... don't do that, that makes me uncomfortable." The fat man then turns around and stomps off to the register to help someone else out. Besides the guy waiting at the register and some girl on her phone at one of the tables, I'm the only customer there. I let the girl know what kind of bagels I'm getting, and as I name the second bagel I'd like to purchase, she suggestively asks "Would you like to make that... *three?*" Note that there is a deal for three bagels, a half dozen or a baker's dozen. I say "Sure, why not" and pick the last Asiago bagel in stock. The fat man yells something to the girl that I chose not to listen to. She asks me "I'm charming, aren't I?" to which I nervously respond with "S-sure." She hands me the bag, and I go to pay at the register run by the fat man. He looks to the girl behind the counter, then to me, asking what I had and how much. I just answer with "Just three bagels," and ask for a large drink as well. The fat man tells me the price, and I give him the money. As he turns around, sighing to the young guy behind him dicking around with the coffee machine, I ask if there are any job openings. I glance over and see the girl behind the counter has lit up with a large smile. The fat man tells me to fill out an application from the website and bring it in. As I leave, she winks to me. I'd like to believe I will make her days working at Bruegger's better.