Walking into the mini-mart to pay cash for my gas.
Smiling gas station attendant: Hi! How are you?
Me smiling back: I'm good. How are you?
Slightly leering gas station attendant: I'm good now! [looking me up and down]
And let's be clear - I'm wearing baggy, comfortable Saturday pants, a tired old t-shirt, flip flops and my unwashed hair is thrown up in messy bun. I'm 42 and I ain't no spring chicken.
Amused Me: Thirty dollars on pump number one.
Still smiling gas station attendant: Number one - like you?
I just laughed and walked away. I bet Cheese-Master Flash is a hit with all the ladies.
4 comments:
Yeah. But it's still nice to hear.
Ms. Moon - true!
Don't hate the player.....hate the game
Well, well.... still got it! Me too.. at the Dave Matthews Caravan concert I overheard two worldly, weathered gentlemen discussing me.... and checking me out! Such an ego booster... especially when one of them gave me his profile and I got a clear view of his beer belly under his Phillies tshirt. Wow...44 and still got it! XO
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