Taco Bell story

I usually eat at TB once or twice a week. There's a girl who works there, Jennifer, whom I see frequently. Over the past nine months or so, I know she's married and her hubby is military. He's either completed his training and is serving somewhere or he's in advanced training or something, he's definitely not in a war zone.

I suppose Jennifer is cute. She's not unattractive, in fact she's probably perfectly cute for late teens/early 20s, but she's barely out of her teens and still has some growing to do, not to mention still has adolescent acne. It's not like I'm hitting on her or interested in her, but she's nice to talk to.

Well, last night I'm at TB and at the drink station. There are two guys sitting near it, and Jennifer starts cleaning tables during an ordering lull. She's near the guys and one of them asks her a question, I can't hear it fully, but it sounds like he was asking when she got off work. She replies that she's married and moves away, continuing her cleaning.

I walk up to the counter (my food hasn't been completed yet) and ask her if she gets hit on a lot. She says not only all the time, but more than I would think. I'm not sure I know how to parse that answer except to peg the "Not At All -> A Lot" scale on the right side.

I suggested she gets a lapel pin or badge that says "Happily Married". She laughed.