Coquettish, Indelible

Coquettish- flirtatious

Ex: The diner waitress asked me if I wanted a, “refill of my water”. Now, I’m not typically one to read too much into these things, but I think she wanted me to make a move. That’s just the only possibility. The eye contact, the smile- all the signs were there, clear as day. She was definitely being coquettish, I’m sure of it. My water levels weren’t even dropping that low, maybe about halfway. Anything below 50%, and I’d just assume she was doing her job. But half? Consider me an optimist, because I’m looking at that as a glass half full. Which means she must have seen it as a glass half empty. She balances me out. She’s the Yin to my Yang. She’s perfect. We complete each other. She waits tables, I sit down at said tables. She brings out food, I eat the food. She brings a water refill, I draw a crude sketch of my penis on the bill and leave my number, “for a good time”.

Indelible- unable to be removed or erased

Ex: Combining the phrases, “have a nice day” and, “have a good one” to produce, “have a nice one” when responding to a cashier is not only tragically awkward, but it also creates a painful, indelible memory in your brain. It is only natural for a powerful executive to walk into a Dollar General and feel an air of superiority over the employees working there. However, if the phrase, “have a nice one” escapes his or her lips at checkout, the power dynamic completely shifts in favor of the employees, no matter how long the unexplained gaps in their resumes are. Listen, Barb may not have an MBA from Harvard, but at least she wasn’t the fucking jackass who said, “have a nice one”.