Me: I’m now a fast food whore.
That Normal Guy (paying no mind to me): I put a dollar in your string.
Me: I’m officially the cheapest stripper.
That Normal Guy *still feeling awesome* (in a weird voice): I put it in your string but not your g-string.
Yup, I’m still a cheap date.
Lesson: Be a fast food whore if it gets you a 64 cent vanilla cone.