A Pub-lished Number

(I’m working the till, a few feet away from the main counter. The customer has brought a pasty and bun.)

Me: “Okay, that’ll be £1.50.”

(I take his money and give him his change when he shoves a piece of paper under my nose.)

Customer: “This too.”

(I look at the paper, which has what I assume to be the man’s number on it.)

Me: “What’s this for?”

Customer: “It’s from the pub last night.”

Me: “Not me… I didn’t go out last night.”

Customer: “Anthony?”

(I shake my head and he takes his paper and goods, and then bolts.)

Boss: “What was that?”

Me: “I was just hit on by a gay guy. Even for me, that’s a first.”