Since we drove in separate cars to Nathan’s hearing appointment, Mike was behind me as we sat at the red light. The man next to me honked his horn several times to get my attention. I rolled down the window and we exchanged some words before he drove away.
When we got home, Mike asked, “What did that guy say to you?”
“He asked me for my phone number. But then I told him I was married and he drove off.”
My husband paused for a second then said, “Okay, what did he really say to you?”
“He asked me for directions to Harborview.”
No one hits on me anymore. The last guy who hit on me was the baker who always sliced my baguettes for free. Then I found out that it was store policy and he slices everyone’s baguettes free of charge. I bet he really does want to tap my fine self, but has to say a spiel about polices and yada yada yada but he secretly kneads his bread into round shapes and giggles while whispering, “Boobies.”