I’m on my way to TJMaxx. I need a few things.
Waiting for the light to change I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around. It’s a guy who lives on my block.
I can’t say time has been kind to him. He walks with a cane and he appears to have given his teeth up for Lent.
“Barbara?” he asks
“No Mattie”
“How do I know you.?”
“Well you’ve lived on my block for 40 years. I once drove you to Queens. I usually have a dog with me.”
“How’s your husband?”
“He ran away”
“Listen Barbara, I was invited to a wedding. Wanna go?”
“I’m so sorry I can’t”
“You sure?”
“Yes”
He didn’t say anything he just turned and left.
I still got it.
You are hot stuff!!
Back atcha
I feel sorry for the poor bastard . Lol
Don’t. I’m a lousy dancer.
Clearly!!
hug hug
How romantic…
I know.