Hey Baby; what's up?
Uh-huh. That's what the man said to me as I walked by at the mall, hardly noticing anything beyond the fact that there was a moving person I should avoid walking into.
Seriously. It wasn't even lunch time, I've got Lindsay by the hand as she twirled and swung her new Dora-the-Explorer purse about, reveling in being "fabulous" and shopping with her Mommy.
Look, its not like the notion isn't appreciated, but seriously? Did this dude really go to the mall at noon on Wednesday trying to pick up suburban housewives? Really? Did he think he'd have any success? Ewwww. Take it to the men's room, baby. I hear the action's pretty kicking in there.
Really? Nobody's EVER said "hey baby, what's up" to me. I can't get over it.
2 comments:
Did you just come out of the wind and have mall hair from the 80's that took him back to his youth where girls would love to here him say that? Even worse was he talking to Lolly? Let's just go with he knows a good thing when he sees it but is socially retarded in our world. LYFE Donna
well, there's hardly any point in disputing the fact that I am a major head-turner but really. A bit of self-control....
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