The second actual conversation that I had with the young man at the deli I go to downtown.
Let me set the scene by saying that I have never in my life used the phrase, “It was pissing rain”, in conversation. Yesterday, however was an exception. It dumped rain, it rained buckets, cats dogs…. You get the picture. I was soaked through, because I had walked a couple of miles without rain gear.
Me: You wouldn’t happen to sell umbrellas as well (besides stinky God’s feet cheese)?
Him: No, sorry. Hey, but I could cut two eyeholes out of a paper bag and you could wear that.
Me: (laughter) Hmmm, I don’t know… Thanks anyway… (I smile)
Him: Not to hide your face, of course! I mean, because you’re beautiful. (he smiles)
Me: No, no. I know what you meant. It’s ok. (I smile more). I would just end up walking into a light pole anyway.
Thanks, you made this almost 40 year old woman’s day.
I am most beholden. (The post title is from the Philadelphia Story. If you haven’t seen it, well…. What are you waiting for!)