Me (Minding my own business pumping gas. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure walking towards me. At first I think he's going past me, but then he stops right in front of me. The figure turns out to be a blond-haired, freckle-faced teenager.)Him: Hey, um, I just wanted to say that you look pretty good.
Me: (surprised, because I honestly thought he was going to ask me for money or try to sell me something) Oh, why, thank you.
Him: Yeah, you're looking pretty good. And um, I wanted to know if I could get your number.
Me: (even more surprised and somewhat amused at his audacity) Um, I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen.
Him: (embarrassed) Oh . . .
Me: (feeling like maybe I was a little too harsh) How old are you?
Him: 16 about to be 17.
Me: Well, add 10 years to your age, and that's how old I am. You see, it's impossible.
Him: Okay, well, you still look good . . . have a good night. (walking away)
(sigh.) I could start my own show called "The Cougar." Seriously.
4 comments:
You go girl! This literally gave me my first laugh of the day.
I think when he said, "Okay, well, you still look good," it was a last effort to try to persuade you otherwise. Oh, if only you were easier to move, Chantell. You make it too hard. You should have given him a chance. A famous philosopher once said these words, and they are so true: "Age ain't nothin' but a number."
OPEN YOUR HEART.
An old friend once told me that I shouldn't lower myself to even consider those who couldn't, and I quote, "back that stuff up."
The little towheaded freckle face didn't even have the stuff, never mind backing it up. My heart remains closed. ;-)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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