The Slime Never Ends

ANOTHER SLIMEY, CHEAP, FIRST DATE…YES ONE OF THOSE.

-Ko

I was on a first date with a guy, who seemed like a nice, home-grown European boy at first glance. We had plans to go for drinks, his idea, and we were to meet at the bar, until a last-minute phone call had me chauffeuring the whole night. SO FAR NO BIGGY That’s not the worst part. I didn’t realize that I had an empty tank of gas, so after picking him up we stopped to fill up. He kindly offered to pump my gas for me … how sweet … I gave him $40 and asked him to put in $30 worth of gas, which is about all my car took at the time. He filled, he paid, he sat back in my car and faced forward. I thanked him and waited a brief moment … where the hell is my change? DUDE, WHERE’S HER CHANGE Should I ask? YES. Noooo, YES, he wouldn’t steal my money … who would do something like that? SLIME!! Ok, maybe he forgot … he’ll give it to me eventually. So I continued on the road. We went for drinks, which I didn’t enjoy because all I could think about was “is he seriously ripping me off $10?” YES At the end of the night, I dropped him off … and waited … he said nothing … he was about to kiss me goodnight until I confronted him. “What ever happened to my $10 change from the gas station?” He sat there … like a deer caught in headlights and said “what $10?” I explained how much I gave, how much gas he put in, and how much I was to get in return, just like a Grade 1 math lesson and in the end, all he had to say was “I don’t owe you $10”.YES, YES YOU DO I lost it, and jus before kicking him out, I demanded my money back. I watched him as he pathetically counted out change … twoonies, loonies, quarters … I guess he needed my $10 to pay for our date! BUT NOT THE SECOND ONE…