I was in a trailer park today looking for one of my children that has runaway. (Do not ask me about this case, I don't have anything good to say about it, yet) and as I was trying to locate a residence and talk to the people inside of it, a nice older man approaches me. The man is wearing a wife beater and shorts holding a cup with a "clear liquid" inside of the cup. The "clear liquid" certainly could have been water, but due to the man's lack of inhibitions and slurred speech, I believe it to be something else. The man walks up to me and proceeds to ask how he can help me (as if he the "the man" for the job) and then proceeds to hit on me, two of my favorite lines, as followed:
"Why are you not used to the heat, you are so hott!"...
me: (awkward) thanks... ( mother always said to say thank you whenever someone gives you a compliment)
"You know, if you asked me to marry you, even if I was blind, right now, I would say yes"
me: (awkward) Ok, thank you, I need to go, have a good day...
I. Love. My. Job...
Your mom also taught you not to talk to strangers. Good example of why dad and I pray angels around you everyday. p.s. I will not let dad read this post...... :)
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