Well, this is like that, except this time Billy is an even better artist and it is actually damn funny. Its a rainy day and I don't feel much like thinking anything up, so I'm going to borrow, with permission, a story recently related to me by the beautiful and talented Sarita. Drumroll, please (and, oh yes, happy birthday Stu, may the wind be at your back and... the, uh, sails in the wind, or maybe, ur, no... oh just happy birthday, man):
"I went to the dentist yesterday and I'm not sure, but I think he was hitting on me. It was so strange. He was young, good looking, hygenist, not the actual dentist and while he's cleaning my teeth he's making small talk about Annapolis and sailing or whatever and then he asks if I'm seeing anyone. Now, disregarding the absolute inpropriety of a doctor flirting with a patient, what made it worse was the string of drool hanging off my chin the entire time and a vacuum tube sucking saliva and chunks of tarter our of my slack-jawed mouth. The conversation went something like this:
Dentist: I don't see a ring, you aren't married? Me: oughluh Dentist: You must have a boyfriend here though right? Me: uhgklah Dentist: I don't believe it! A pretty girl like you? Ok, just spit right here into this cup.
At which point I muttered something about moving soon and he said "Oh, I guess we've missed our window" and sort of winked at me. Now, he was a very gregarious-type guy and its entirely possible that he was just joking around and being friendly and if he was a 70 year old man, thats how I would have taken it, but he was more like a 35ish year old man, so I'm not sure what to do with that."