You have to establish relationships. There is this girl at our Target that likes me and I think she's chill, I'm alright though we don't have enough in common. She's in returns and teaches dance, too; they call her the Dreamkiller. But guess what - I ain't chasin. So we bullshit. Anyway I can walk in with whatever from whatever and if she's working I don't need a receipts - she holds it until I come back and then processes my return(s) while subtly making fun of me.
Dreamkiller they are legit returns but I know you ain't doin that for just anyone. Matty come up, lemme hook you up with some easy peasy returns. DK's got ya. She's fucking funny. We're talking food and I mention hmmm jalepeno nachos and long island iced teas and I get back a "sounds like a GREAT combination" as in "I ain't doing that with you so you can fart all over the place, old man". I let her keep position thinking I might be into it but I'm not. Don't tell her that though, the returns thing really is nice, they have an excellent clearance selection and nice trail mix.
So I throw soft balls at her that I know will always get crushed and I get the returns out of sympathy, but I'm cute enough to be considered for that position. I like it when her friends come by pretending to work as she softly bashes me.
Boys, you have to enjoy the games. They really are once in a lifetime. For the most part better than getting laid, actually.
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