At the last moment, for reasons he did not understand, he gave the young lady his business card, scribbling his cell phone number on the back of it. She looked at the card somewhat warily until he pointed out that his Jeep was a four wheel drive and her car looked inaccessible.
"Randall Warner," she mused, reading the card. "Oh! Oh, over at that Ayshire? I been trying get on over there; it true they start you out at fifteen an hour?"
"I believe so," Randy smiled. "We're closed for the Thanksgiving weekend but come in on Monday; tell them I sent you, okay?"
"Okay!" she said, again giving him her adorable chipmunk smile.
"Uh, but it might be helpful if I knew your name," Randy smiled, putting his credit card into his wallet again.
"Yeah that might work, huh?" she giggled, large brown ey
