The other day I went to Wendy’s. The line was longer than usual. During such situations, I usually try to look for another place to eat. But since the line was moving, I decided to stick it out. When it was my turn to order, the counter girl looked at me and said:
"Good evening, Ma’am…"
Mildly surprised, I stared at her–the smile on my lips growing into a wicked grin. It took a good 15 or 20 seconds before she realized that the person she was talking to was a man. Mortified, she suddenly exclaimed:
"Sorry sir!" I laughed and told her
"That’s the reason why I cannot work in Saudi Arabia."
Hmmm–am I as cute as I think I am?
