I was putting gas in my car tonight, cursing the bitter cold air when I noticed a young guy drive by. He circled the gas station in his little blue car (mid 90's Toyota?) twice before pulling along side of me. He rolled down his window and waved me over. I figured he was lost and needed directions. I would totally ask me for directions.
"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"
"No, I don't think so...What is your name?"
"Patrick"
"I'm sorry Patrick, I don't recognize you."
"garbledmumbledunderbreathblahblahblah"
"DID YOU JUST SAY YOU SAW ME SMOKING SOME GUY?"
"No! Haven't I seen you around with some guy?"
"Ummm, I don't know."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Oh, sorry to have bothered you"
I chuckled as he drove away because this kid couldn't have been more than 19 years old and I bet he was 150 pounds soaking wet. Maybe he was on a scavenger hunt. The last time I went on a scavenger hunt we had to find things like used dryer sheets and unsharpened pencils. Since when do the kids have to find overweight women in their 30's?
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