A forgotten story of interest
Last Friday I went to a flea market with my parents. My mother has made a good business at selling things she finds for double what she pays (for all of you who asked where I get my "interesting" bags). I was doing some Christmas shopping there (I'm not that cheap. Money is tight this year.) when I suddenly felt someone looking at me. I gazed up and saw a short man with close to no teeth watching me. I nodded at him and continued to look at junk. He apparently took this nod as an invite and waltzed over to me. The first words out of his mouth and I quote were, "Ya legal?". I shook my head "no" and continued to look at junk. "How young?" I replied with the lie of "16". His retort, "Not bad... not bad...". I was flabbergasted and oddly amused. If 16 is not bad to a 40 year old man, than what is bad? 12? 15? 8? He than continued to try and pick me up until it stopped being amusing and started getting annoying. I ran away saying over my shoulder, "I have to go find my mommy".