As the interaction progresses, it is obvious the cart girl is a master at defensive tactics. She shoots down his unwanted advances using simple facial expressions. She laughs and employs the skillful tongue of a politician during a presidential debate. Her actions do not deter the image the wannabe lover boy has of them living happily ever after. He prances and primps, like Satan enticing Eve to take a bite from the apple. She stands her ground and with one last smile, climbs into her cart. With a wave and a nod, tip safely in hand, she is gone heading bravely to the next battle. After her departure, it is time for the most ludicrous, yet hilarious, part of the entire exchange. He turns to his buddies, as they collectively roll their eyes and utters, “I think she wants me.” Nearly choking on my newly acquired cold beer and wracked with the pain of the frothy liquid exiting my nostrils, I reply, “We will see when she comes back,” while mentally thinking, What an IDIOT! Three holes later ‘The Dance’ starts all over again.
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