Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I've Still Got it Goin' On

Yup. That's right. I got hit on today.

So, I'm in the checkout line at Walmart (I know, I know) chatting it up with the checkout dude because that's pretty much just how I roll. He's around my age (46, NOT 64) and not bad looking, all things considered.

I mention I am starving (mostly because I am always starving) and he says something about skipping lunch today. And then he says something about usually going to McDonald's, which is conveniently located in the lobby about 12 steps away and maybe we can grab a bite. Or something.

Well, the mention of the word 'McDonald's' causes a reflex of some type in my face, best described as a nose-wrinkle-shudder, probably. Then the dude says (I think his name is Ken; he has a name tag with those dangly beads hanging on it), "Oh no. I'd like to take you to lunch. I didn't mean we should go to McDonald's. I only go to McDonald's in an emergency."

Huh? I looked up.

"I would take a lady like you to someplace real nice."

Real nice?



1 comment:

Amanda P said...

That's almost sweet in some bizarre, I'm happily married to a sugar daddy kind of way. Best of luck to you, Ken.