I’ve know Amy for about three years. Not really friends, but we’d always so hi to each other in passing. She’s a petite little thing. Maybe 5 foot, maybe 110 pounds. Sexy, in a “what are you hiding under that uniform type of way”
About three weeks ago, my wife and I bought a golf cart. Nothing fancy, just something to cruise around the neighborhood in. When we were browsing online for parts and accessories, I remembered that I knew someone at a local store that sold and worked on golf carts. Before placing our order online, I decided to see what all they had locally.
I swung by around lunch on Monday. Walked in was greeted by an employee. I found Amy behind the counter assisting someone else, said hello and started looking around while she finished up. When it was my turn, she came over and asked what I was needing. We gave updates on our kids and how the ball season was treating them, then we headed over to the register to check out.