The right words might get you laid

Words matter. When I was fifteen I worked as a cashier at a gas station. Now, this was at a time when a station employee, usually male, would rush out to fill your tank, wash your windows, and check the oil in your car. You then handed him twenty bucks and he ran inside to the cashier, then ran back out with your change. Yes, you read that right. Your change. I know, I know, I’m dating myself. And we think it’s getting serious. Anyhow, the common term for the Read More …