receipt

the receipt is just like a condom, or no, not a condom, like a phone number, or a condom, depending on how it was placed and where. it's a flirting mechanism. you know what i mean, hell, i didn't until i started thinking about it. she was beautiful and someone said something silly so i counteracted them and got a laugh. "do you want your receipt" is what she was going to say until i practically begged it from her, because, you see, handed by hand, it could be a phone number or her employee number or the time when you were in the moment of a moment. the easy ones, the receipt givers that would love to go hanky panky, rather than a hand to hand phone number. they put the receipt in the bag, ya know, in the sack. what happens in the sack? we all know. you roll around and kiss and touch and it's in the bag, just in case you change your mind.

i'm still not sure if i want the receipt by hand or in the bag. oh! what an existential flaw.