Left for work this morning. Jumped in the car, driving down the street listening to Mike and Mike in the morning (uh, yeah…I’m a sports junkie), shades on, focused on the road. At the light, the dude in the car next to me honks his horn.
I look over and he is motioning for me to roll down the window. This is the last light before the turn onto the highway or the turnpike. I figured he was lost and trying to ask for directions. I rolled down my window to see what he wanted.
Him: I find you quite attractive and was wondering if I could call you?
Me: Thank you but I’m married.
Him: So am I.
Me: Rolls window up and drives off
I was cracking up for a few miles. I called Mr. 1969 to share that delightful exchange.
Me: Can you believe that?
Him: What? Dude figured it was an equal risk venture.
Uh yeah. I’m gonna make some special meatballs just for him on Sunday.