My funny Old Man story of the day
Everytime I work during the live racing season at the racetrack, there is always this endearing, if not annoying, old man that constantly tries to elicit conversation with the staff. Normally, it is with the younger ladies that work there, and under that definition, I just happened to be included.
He usually talks to the other girl that I work with (also with the namesake, Katie). But today, he came up to my counter and asked me out and whether or not I had a boyfriend or not.
You see, Mr. C is usually drunk. Very drunk. He is 80 years old and makes references to me and Katie's sex life. ("You, and you, I can tell... You are good in bed.")
Instead of answering him, I quickly switched my ring from my right hand to my left under the table and showed him that I was "married". I thought that would get rid of him, but instead he kept asking questions about what kind of man he is. Is he a good guy? blah blah blah. He even gave the man I "married" some advice, "Tell him to be careful. You are a fireball!"
I have no clue what it means.
But that is my funny old man story today
He usually talks to the other girl that I work with (also with the namesake, Katie). But today, he came up to my counter and asked me out and whether or not I had a boyfriend or not.
You see, Mr. C is usually drunk. Very drunk. He is 80 years old and makes references to me and Katie's sex life. ("You, and you, I can tell... You are good in bed.")
Instead of answering him, I quickly switched my ring from my right hand to my left under the table and showed him that I was "married". I thought that would get rid of him, but instead he kept asking questions about what kind of man he is. Is he a good guy? blah blah blah. He even gave the man I "married" some advice, "Tell him to be careful. You are a fireball!"
I have no clue what it means.
But that is my funny old man story today