On my way out of the parking lot of Dave’s Market this evening, I was approached by a heavy set black woman. She called me honey which I liked and she seemed to be stuck there. When she got to the window of my rusty Buick Lesabre, she said something to the effect of:
‘Ooooh you’re pretty! Are you a star or something? Whoooo.’
She took about forty cents from me after telling me the she knew I had a dollar bill somewhere.
Thought I’d share that.