Before I continue, please remember to cast your votes in the first Hot Dead Guy Sweet 16 Tournament! The results so far have been most intriguing—there are very few landslides, it’s anyone’s game!
And now for today’s tale.
I was on my way to work this morning and all of a sudden I heard, “Daaaaayyyyummmm, girrrrl, you got it goin’ ON! Mmmm!”
So I turned to see where it came from, and also to see the recipient of this compliment.
The commenter was a bedraggled gentleman smoking a cigarette and leaning against the wall of an office building. He looked like he was three sheets to the wind.
The recipient, dear readers, was yours truly. I know this because when I made eye contact with him, he said, “Yeaaahh, girl! Uh-HUH!”
In my younger days I would have found this sort of thing annoying. But now it’s been years since I’ve received a random remark from any people at all, regardless of their sobriety level. So I found it amusing and disturbingly refreshing.
The guy had obviously already been partying hard even though it was 9:30 in the morning, and I’m not sure what sort of funhouse mirror his eyes were filtering things through. Today I’m wearing my glasses, I have no makeup on, my hair is all ratty, and I’m not exactly dressed for success. I can’t begin to imagine how I registered with him. But I’ll take it. I’m not proud.