Andy thinks I'm unattractive

So there's an Ex-Commissioner who comes in to golf about twice a week. His name is Andy. Sweet-old-I forget your name-where are my keys-Hey look! you're left-handed- Andy. It's tough watching people get older, especially when you've met them a thousand and one times and they still ask for your name, even though my name tag is usually planted ever-so-nicely above my right boob. I guess that means that people just aren't lookin anymore.

So I'm taking in tee times for other golfers and checking them in. During the commotion, I notice that Andy is at the other side of the building, probably 200 yards away. Earlier, I took his keys from him because he wanted to rent a golf cart. I knew he would never give me back the golf cart keys if I didn't take away from him something that he needed to get home with, like car keys, (but now that I think about he really shouldn't be driving anyway).

So anyway, I see Andy and decided that I should probably grab the golf cart keys from him before I forget too. I quickly picked up his car keys and met him halfway for an exchange. We each smiled and traded kind words, and then I walked back to my station. It suddenly became slow, not very unusual for a weekday. So I snuck a book behind the counter and began my reading. . . and trying to be stealthy. Every now and then I would slap the keyboard to make it look like I was busy.

Next thing I know, Andy is at my station, rapping on the counter with his fingernails. I look up from my book and smile.

"Hi Andy."

"Hi there [looks at name tag] Robyn. Hey, you're reading with your left hand."

"Yep, I am. Us left-handers need to stick together."

"Ha. Yeah. Sure. Hey, have you got my car keys?"

"Oh, no. I already gave them to you. Don't you remember, I met you halfway."

Andy sticks his hands in all of his pockets in search of keys. Everything the man carries seems to be pulled out and onto the countertop in seconds. Some of these things include: 2 wallets, a stash of business cards rubberbanded together, eye drops, loose change, buttons, a safety pin, and then the keys.

(Sorry this story is getting long)

We both notice the keys on the counter top and he chuckles. "Well, you're right. There they are." Andy picks everything back up and shoves them into random pockets and then HE SPEAKS, "You know. I'm a little disappointed I had to come all the way over here."

"Why?"

"Well, I can't see that far, but I thought if I came over here you would at least be attractive."