...AND HE JUST DOESN'T DO IT!

Ohhhhhhhh I hate it when that happens.

I'm sure you've never had this happen. Neither have I,
of course.

I was out yesterday at the cel phone store getting a new
phone (because a certain company who's name starts with "S"
has the worst customer service on the planet)... sorry, I
digress... and I witnessed a painful episode of "Wuss Drops
The Ball" right before my eyes.

A tall, blonde model-type girl was waiting to get
herself a new antenna for her phone, and Mr. Smooth started
a conversation with her by saying "What kind of phone do
you have?"

The conversation was going along well, and they were
both smiling and laughing about phones and such.