Happy Fun Cog

Normally when a waitress is being flirty with me, I go through an unnecessarily involved thinking process as to whether or not I should ask her for her number. But when you actually stop to thinking, asking a waitress for her number is like somewhat like hitting on a stripper while she gives you a lap dance, though I'd never draw anything other than the most indirect link between the two jobs. Nonetheless, it's a fool's errand to put any stock in flirting when one side stands to directly and immediately profit from any increased feeling of closeness, however temporary.