...do what they say, say what you mean, one thing leads to another...
As I finish at the gas station, a man approaches.
Accustomed as I am to my 'hood, I assume he is going to ask me for change that he will pretend is for bus fare. I get in my car before he does more than open his mouth. I turn the ignition switch, preparing to exit. He gets into his car, starts the engine, pulls away from the curb. He looks out his open window.
Oh. Maybe he's not a panhandler. Maybe he wanted directions. I unroll my window.
Yes?
"Oh, miss, I was jus' gonna ax, are you single?"
(What? You have got to be kidding me. I haven't combed my hair today, and I'm not wearing makeup.)
I shake my head.
Not for twenty years.
"Oh. Oh! Cuz I wuz, I wuz, gonna take you to the mooovies."
Were ya now.
Sorry. Thanks, though. I drive away.
I appreciate the straightforward directness. Saves time and confusion.
(One Thing Leads to Another; The Fixx)
3 comments:
I've seen you when your hair isn't combed and you aren't wearing make-up and I would still ask you out. Beauty like that can't be disguised.
Too bad a beauty like you ain't single, 'cuz he'z a smooth smoooooothie.
Mmmhm, yep, 'swutamtalkinabout.
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