Cute gas station chicks cause moral dilemmas.

Theres a chick.

At the gas station.

Named gas station chick.

Well, i’m sure shes not actually named gas station chick.

However, gas station chick is what she is referred to in conversation.
Mostly conversation between me, julia, and occasionally julia’s girlfriend, whom gives better advice then julia’s “dude, ask her to meet you in the cooler”

Shes rather cute. In a rather abnormal way. Which I find rather attractive. In a rather really attractive sorta way.

Herein lies the issue.
She works at a gas station.
No, thats not a bad thing.
However, it does mean she works with the public.
And the public, as a whole, is stupid.
Idiotic, obnoxious, self-absorbed morons.
Most of which she deals with every day, for 30 seconds at a time.
Which means, i’m sure shes heard every stupid pickup line out there.
Face it. Shes an attractive female type.
Thus, im sure every penis-controlled jackass has probably made some attempt at her at every possible moment.

So crap. What should I say?
I dont think “Hi, i’m not a penis-controlled jackass, but i’m still making an attempt” would be a good line at all.

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