I worked at The Doctor's Office again today.
I got hit on by an old guy.
I don't think he's 100%.
He said, "Hey, if you didn't have that wedding ring on, I'd take you out and show you a good time."
He came back later and repeated his offer followed with, "You know, I'd really like to kidnap you."
I told him that if I could bring Husband and my own bed and take me out to the fair, I'd go with him.
He told me Husband wasn't welcome.
And that I could sleep in his bed.
I told him that he'd better be careful what he says to me because I have a very large, very mean husband.
He told me that Husband should be flattered.
Because now I totally have someone who "wants to get with me".
Um. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Apparently I still have that sexy, mass appeal to geezers.
Awesome.
In other news, The Tank had to take her yearly trip to see Nick The Greek for a tune up today.
She nearly gave up the ghost right in the middle of the road on the way home - turns out she was only running on three cylinders.
Maybe the old dude's comments made her sick, too.
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