So, today, this old man hit on me at Starbucks. And by old, I mean ancient. He actually gave me his business card and asked me what size underwear I wore. Imagine someone who makes your father look like a young buck asking you if he can purchase a pair of size five undies for you.
Yeah, it’s been that kind of day.
I should have politely informed him that I have no objection to calling the police to the middle of a Downtown coffee shop, and, although I don’t personally believe in carrying weapons, I have several southern relatives with rather erratic temperaments that do.
I should have said, “I believe it was Bernard Shaw who said, when asked what the difference is between being an old man and a young man, ‘women regard your advancements with pity rather that disdain.’”
” Sir,” I should have continued, “Take comfort in the fact that I regard your advancements with disdain.”
Instead, I muttered, “I have a boyfriend.”
1 Comment
March 14, 2008 at 2:24 am
On the bright side, he didn’t grab your coffee and then flee down the street, yelling “You had your chance to get it! Now it’s mine!”
I’ve heard that happens to some women.