Sixteen year-old boy: God Bless You, Miss.
Me: You too, honey.
Sixteen year-old boy stops, turns, looks.
SYOB: It's possible that I could call you sometime?
Me: I'm married, honey.
SYOB: Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhw.
I take it back. Maybe he was only 15. But it's good know I've still got it!


