Something Fishy
I was in a grumpy mood this past Sunday and still had to make supper for my parents who were coming back from Saskatoon around 6:30. So, after walking around the lake, I decided to pick something up at Pacific Fresh Fish. That would solve my dinner dilemma and, if I was lucky, the cute woman who I see there sometimes would be working.
She wasn't, but Rebecca was. As I'm paying for the salmon I bought, she asks what I do at the university. I tell her IT stuff but wonder why she asked. It turns out that one of her coworkers saw me there and asked about it. Who asked? Caitlin, the other young woman who works there, the cute one!
I float home, fish in hand, trying not to read too much into it, but I suspect I'll be buying more fish this weekend.
She wasn't, but Rebecca was. As I'm paying for the salmon I bought, she asks what I do at the university. I tell her IT stuff but wonder why she asked. It turns out that one of her coworkers saw me there and asked about it. Who asked? Caitlin, the other young woman who works there, the cute one!
I float home, fish in hand, trying not to read too much into it, but I suspect I'll be buying more fish this weekend.
