Damn, I'm Smooth

One of the places Kathleen and I stopped on Saturday was “Bath and Body Works.”
It wasn’t my idea, and I have to say that a store like that, the day before Mother’s Day, is not really a fun place to be.
It’s really not that large a space, and what little room there is was taken up by desperate fathers and their kids scrambling at the last minute to buy some kind of Mother's Day gifts.
On the plus side, I guess, most of the girls working there, and there were a lot of them, were cute.
One in particular, a young woman with red hair that was short and kind of spiky, dressed in an unbuttoned white blouse over a white tank top with black pants and one of those punkish belts that look kind of like a bandolier with ammo, was very cute indeed.
I’m guessing that she, and the other, somewhat similarly-attired (though her white and black outfit was a little more conservative; which is to say her blouse was buttoned), and also very cute young woman, were managers or something, as they didn’t have to wear the cheesy smocks the other girls had on.
Also, after helping out with a bit of a rush on the registers the two of them went back to the little back room/office and were doing…something. I’m not sure what they were doing, but as I was standing there not being the least bit interested in Kathleen’s quest for some particular kind of lotion or whatever, I found myself hard-pressed to take my eyes off the redhead.
Particularly when she was bending forward and it became apparent just how low-cut that tank top was…
I tried not to stare too openly or disrespectfully, but as I said, it was difficult to take my eyes off of her, and eventually she noticed me looking.
That probably wouldn’t have been a big deal – if I had managed to gracefully, and respectfully, avert my gaze. However, I reacted a little too quickly and whipped my head away the very second her eyes locked on mine, which was an incredibly awkward move that spoke of a guilty conscience.
When I decided to risk another glance in her direction I was met with a closed door and a crushing realization as in my mental CD player I cued up Radiohead saying, “But I’m a creep…”
Yeah, I definitely have a way with the ladies.
Anyway, while I’m not nearly as tired as I would be on an ordinary Sunday night/Monday morning, since I didn’t get up at 4:15 in the morning, I probably should crash.