Thursday, September 7

And then, three days later, she got the joke

Now, I wouldn't call myself slow, really, but it can take me some time to process subtle things. Like the other night, whilst at Fenway, Melanie and I were discussing my boy Mike Lowell (he didn't give me the finger point, but I knew he was throwing the mad defense my way) and his battle with testicular cancer. Pause. Man next to me, "Do you girls want some nuts?"

And now that I look back on it, I'm pretty sure that same guy was checking out my rack when he kept leaning over the seats and looking sideways. Not that I blame him.

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