So I've got some time off on Friday. Good day to do a bit o' shopping while others are slaving away in their offices. I stop at a nearby gas station (Citgo), which is rather small. It's tucked into a corner of land and has, oh, maybe four pumps total.
I'm wearing a cute pair of jeans, cute shoes, and a decent amount of makeup (read: highlighting the eyes), but my hair was atrocious and up in a ponytail. At this point, flyin' in the cool, breezy December middle TN air.
A pickup truck pulls up behind me. To wait for me to finish, of course. I shake my head and keep on with my task.
One of the guys in the truck gets out. Mistake #1: I turned around. Mistake #2: I smiled.
Hey, it's Christmas time, I'm a Southern gal in the South, and it's just a nice thing to do.
The guy utters, "Gas station's really busy right now," or something similar.
"Yeah, I guess," I reply. *Maybe he won't speak again* I think...and PRAY.
Then the dreaded occurs. "You got a boyfriend?" came the voice next to the pickup truck.
I'm thrown off guard. *What does he want?* After what seems like an eternity, I respond (balancing sweetness and firmness as well as I can), "Well, I guess that's for me to know and for you to keep wondering about." Eek...how would he take it? Can I jump into my car fast enough? Does he have a shot gun? How loud can I scream?
"I was just tryin' to pay you a compliment, ma'am," explains Mr. Pickup.
*Oh* I think, *I guess he's not gonna abduct me or ask for my number.*
"Thank you." A Southron gal has to be nice.
"Whoever he is, he's a lucky man," says Mr. Pickup with a grin.
Stunned again, I get in my car and dazedly make my way off the property.
So.....Mr. Man, whoever you are, wherever you are, you will someday be a very lucky gentleman, according to Mr. Blue Pickup. I just hope you can wait till then.