I went to the credit union today to deposit some money into my dwindling account. I have a bit of loyalty to the various clerks, cashiers, and tellers I encounter in the businesses I frequent, and today the teller was one of my favorites, so the semi-flirtateous small talk started right away.
She asked me the usual questions about my job hunt, how I was dealing with unemployment, etc. Then it happened.
"I have two tickets to the football game Sunday, and I'm alone. Would you like to go?"
My jaw dropped, then a big smile came across my face as the novelty of the situation dawned on me. I had to decline, since my wife would have a problem with me going on a date, but I letter her know I was very flattered by the offer.
I guess that for a fat, balding 42 year old guy, I still have it...