This morning I was shlepping myself to work and I got into one of those uncomfortable moments when you find yourself walking at the same speed, in the same direction, with a bunch of people. This was a group of teenagers. Well, I hear some footsteps catching up behind me and I feel a sense of foreboding. I knew something embarrassing was about to happen. SO. I hear "Hey Baby. You wanna hang out later?" My would-be suitor was definitely not old enough to drink, maybe not even drive.
Beanorama: "I think I'm too old for you."
Young Buck: "WHAT? I'm seventeen, baby."
Beanorama: "I'm too old for you."
Young Buck: "Age ain't nuthin' but a number, baby. How old are you?"
Beanorama: "Too old for you."
Young Buck: "Well, maybe we'll hang out later then."
To escape the Young Buck and his seven 15-year-old pals, I had to escape into Dunkin' Donuts and buy a bagel and medium iced coffee, totaling $4.02. (By the way, iced coffee is a full dollar more than hot, isn't that weird?)
I guess $4.02 is a small price to pay considered I could be paying out the wazoo for legal fees for dating a kid almost ten years younger than me. So unpretty!
But then I saw an overweight man in women's yoga pants, and I got cheered up.
3 comments:
Sorry about that. It won't happen again.
^ HAHAHAHA.
You gotta give the kid an A for effort.
The iced coffee is double brewed apparently.
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