Last week, at Willie's basketball game up at Weber State, I was standing in line waiting to purchase an expensive (and flat) diet coke (that I wouldn't get to drink because Wyatt kicked it over) when the following occurred.
Nice old grandpa-ish guy walks up behind me. He was a bit palsy-ed on the right side and had a bit of a hard time walking. He came up behind me, leaned over and whispered in my ear.....
Old Man: "I'll just stand behind you for protection."
Me: "Um...okay."
OM: "So, how tall are you? Six foot two?"
Me: "Very close. I'm six foot three."
OM: "Even better. I've always thought that was the perfect height for a woman!"
Getting hit on by a married for 50 years grandpa at a high school basketball game.
It's what I'm good at.
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