Apparently, I'm a Flirt
Brian and I were walking down the sidewalk on our way to Portland Running Company. We were nearing a scruffy looking guy scrubbing up a cherry red Volkswagon. It was a hot day, and he seemed to be working hard, and sweating. I was noticing how pretty this car was, and even more so with suds and water sheen. As we walked by, I couldn't resist:
Me: "Wanna do mine next?"
Guy: "Yeah, right."
Me: Chuckle.
Guy: Almost snidely, "$30 bucks an hour!"
Me, to Brian: "He's only a little bitter."
Brian: "You're such a flirt."
posted by erraberra @ 8:26 AM
2 Comments:
Too funny. Reading your post, I realize now that you were noticing the car more than the guy. So perhaps "flirt" wasn't the right word to use... :)
You're a flirtaholic!
(Good on you!)
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