Today I washed and polished the Tbird and headed out for my regular bi-monthly blood donation. For some reason I always feel great after losing a pint.
The place is always full of young nurses who have lots of time to chat everyone up, so its a regular destination for me.
Being that its 'winter' around these parts, there aren't a lot of bikes on the road. When I walked in with my bike gear on I could tell that people were eyeballing me.
This 20 something blonde nurse comes up to me and says "I love your Harley. I saw it parked by the door."
I said "Its not a Harley. Its a Triumph."
She said "Really?"
I said "Yeah, really."
She said "Its beautiful."
I said "I'm married."
She laughed. And then smiled and stared at me the whole time I was there.
Dude: You need help...I can't believe you told her you were married.....
I mean couldn't you just let it go for a few minutes instead of flying in and dropping the bomb on her.....
The difference between a Yuengling and your opinion is that I asked for the Yuengling.