I work downtown, which I absolutely adore. There’s this little old folks’ home (or something like that) across the street from the parking lot where I park. Little old people are always riding around on their motor scooters outside. I always see this one “couple” riding their scooters together. I always wave to them.
Earlier this week, I was leaving for the day. As I was pulling out of the lot, the little old man flagged me down. He rolled across the street and pulled up next to my car and said, “Margie and I always see you skipping to your car. I think you’d do my grandson good.”
What?! He thinks I’d do his grandson good?!?
I was so taken aback, I didn’t know what to say, so I just responded with, “Sir, I don’t go around just sleeping with anybody!”
And then realized, that totally was not what he meant.
He laughed so hard though, I thought he was going to fall off that scooter.
You can’t be serious!?!
this stuff’s too good to make up, ms. chipendelle.
And that’s how you met JMills….. I didn’t know his grandparents rode scooters, how fun!