The Pretty Ones Always Are

[Scene: I am filling my tires with air at a local gas station; an older, polite man addresses me while waiting his turn]

Older gentleman kindly asks: "You are very pretty girl, did you know that?"

Me, in a polite and frank tone: "Thank you, sir."

Older gentleman continues: "Are you married? The nice ones are always married."

Me, in a polite and defensive tone: "No, sir, but I have a boyfriend [sort of...not really...at all]."

Older gentleman, not hearing my "boyfriend excuse", concludes: "I figured you were married. The pretty ones are always married."

[Because of years of taunting-for-courtship, I have no idea how to take a simple, genuine compliment and so I scurry into my car and drive off.]


Fin.