An old guy leaning on a walker smiles widely at me in front of the 7-11 on Grace Street, white wisps of hair blowing in the morning's delicious breeze.
Before I can move on, he speaks.
"Good morning!"
"Morning!"
"You look great in shorts."
"Thank you."
"The good lord gave you a beautiful body!"
"How old are you?"
"Eight-eight."
"And you're still looking at women's butts?"
"Until the good lord strikes me dead!"
Amen. Now be on your way.
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I will be that guy. Only I probably won't say anything.
ReplyDeleteAs a female, I prefer a comment to a leer. Just so you know.
ReplyDeleteNoted. I probably wouldn't leer either.
ReplyDeleteBut we an always tell when you look, so you might as well just say it.
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