Yesterday we stopped at a gas station/convenience store (this one was a Wawa - I'm not sure where all they have Wawas, but they're definitely here in Virginia), and I had a little laugh.
As I was coming out of the door (just me, Coleman was already in the car, having paid for our drinks while I took the opportunity to visit the ladies' room AGAIN), I held the door open for the patron leaving behind me. He was this adorable older gentleman with a very dear face - not that I wouldn't have held the door open for him if he had not fit the above description, but I thought it merited mention.
At any rate, as he passed through the door and past me, he said, "Thank you, young lady." Then, after walking a few steps more, he turned around and with a wry grin, said, "Thank both of you."
I thought it was so cute (and that he was so cute) that I actually giggled. I might have even blushed. Now, I'm not sure that I would have been that terribly pleased if just anyone had said that to me, but cute little old men can get away with a lot more than most folks can. I'm not saying that's fair, but it's true.
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How funny! That's a great story.
ReplyDeleteJenny :)