So I was fresh out of diner dash smelling like breakfast specials and ranch dressing, waiting in line at the local fast food stop for my giant diet coke. I was minding my own business when a decrepit, rust-covered, maroon vw fox zoomed past me....then clunked into reverse and backed up to my passenger side window.
The semi-handsome older gentleman behind the wheel beckoned for me to roll down my window and hurriedly exclaimed that he thought I was a good looking woman and he'd like to take me to dinner.
I have absolutely NO idea what I was thinking, but I gave him my actual number.
Eek.
I suppose I was just giving him props for have the cahunas to beat down the window of a complete stranger.
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