... And I Feel Like a Douche
... So I've been going to this sub shop pretty regularly to chat up this cute girl behind the counter. Turns out her family owns the joint, and they're all a hip sack of cats that I enjoy conversing with. So recently the cutie I have been hitting on has disappeared. So I ask her brother, "Hey man what's up?". He tells me she went down to Pennsylvania. I think to myself, ah how cool, so I ask him, I ask, "What's down in Pennsylvania?" and he tells me in the most deadpan delivery: "Her fiance, from an arranged marriage."... And now I feel like a douche.