On Tuesday night I needed to stop at the store on the way home after a nice evening of guzzling beer with the boys. I was out of creamer and kinda hungry so I went to a nice little boutique grocery store so I could grab my dinner.
As I was walking down the frozen food isle when I hear - "I like your tattoo." I turned around to smile at my ink admirer; a man dressed in a black suit, shirt, tie - one of those silly Bluetooth things in his ear.
“Thank you.”
"Don't you want to know which one?" he asked.
I turned around, grinned and said "I guess so".
As I was walking down the frozen food isle when I hear - "I like your tattoo." I turned around to smile at my ink admirer; a man dressed in a black suit, shirt, tie - one of those silly Bluetooth things in his ear.
“Thank you.”
"Don't you want to know which one?" he asked.
I turned around, grinned and said "I guess so".
He pointed to my Fleur de Lis, "Well first I saw that one, then" as he pointed to my star, "that one. But when you turned around I saw those." He pointed to my chest tattoos. "How many are there?"
"Ten or eleven I think."
His smile got bigger, "I would love to count them."
At that slick comment it was time for me to head to the check out.
Once at the counter I engaged the cashier and bagger, talking about nothing in particular when Mister Frozen Foods sets his purchases on the counter next to me and says “What kind of wine do you like?”
I gave him a sideways glance, “Australian Shiraz.”
“I thought so.” Beat one, beat two, “so is that what you want me to buy you?”
One more big smile at him “I think I have had enough to drink tonight but thank you.”
I walked out to my car, which was parked right out front and press the little auto-open button, go to pull open the driver-side door and BAM, the guy in the Armani suit had a hold of my door so I couldn’t open it. Damn. He had actually walked away from his purchases, left people waiting in line and followed me. I peaked around him to see the cashier and a security guard in the doorway watching us.
He looked at me, all serious now, “What is it gonna take to get you to spend some time with me?”
I blinked at him a few times, “About five hundred dollars but I am off the clock for the night”.
"Ten or eleven I think."
His smile got bigger, "I would love to count them."
At that slick comment it was time for me to head to the check out.
Once at the counter I engaged the cashier and bagger, talking about nothing in particular when Mister Frozen Foods sets his purchases on the counter next to me and says “What kind of wine do you like?”
I gave him a sideways glance, “Australian Shiraz.”
“I thought so.” Beat one, beat two, “so is that what you want me to buy you?”
One more big smile at him “I think I have had enough to drink tonight but thank you.”
I walked out to my car, which was parked right out front and press the little auto-open button, go to pull open the driver-side door and BAM, the guy in the Armani suit had a hold of my door so I couldn’t open it. Damn. He had actually walked away from his purchases, left people waiting in line and followed me. I peaked around him to see the cashier and a security guard in the doorway watching us.
He looked at me, all serious now, “What is it gonna take to get you to spend some time with me?”
I blinked at him a few times, “About five hundred dollars but I am off the clock for the night”.
