I stopped in 7-11 on Sunday for a Slurpee on my way to go mountain bike riding. On my way in, I held the door open for some cute Grandpa type. I think he had to have been at least 80, maybe more. He walked like he had a bad hip. Anyway, we ended up at the cash register at the same time. He asked me in a tiny voice (I nearly missed it), "so what's the four for" *awkward, so starters. After a little pause, I realized I was wearing a jersey with a number on it. I said, "oh, it's for ultimate frisbee" and he said, "because I think you're a ten". Not cute Grandpa-like, weirdo old dude-like. Yikes. I had no witty comeback, I didn't say anything (not smoothly), and just left.
Two days later, I should have said:
"I think you're 100" or
"That was creepy" or
"Last time I hold a door for you, stalker-grandpa" or
"Gross"or
"Pardon?".
Ah, hindsight.
1 comment:
I vote for "I think you're 100". AWESOME!
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