The other day at work, we were sitting in the car finishing up some paperwork and an older gentleman came out to the end of his driveway and stared me right in the eye. I shrugged my shoulders at him but he kept staring and so finally I rolled down the window.
He said, (in a Native American-slash-Canadian-slash-Mexican accent),
"To be honest with you I wish there was a problem here all the time so I can see beautiful women like you."
"Damn. You know?"
"Both of you are pretty."
"The way you are right now? I can imagine you in a dress and some makeup."
"I've been watching you work, and I thought, man, she can look like a movie star. You know?"
Summer was on the phone and I was talking to this weirdo and writing everything he was saying really fast. She wondered what all the hubbub was about and ended her phone call. She leaned across me and asked him what he needed, and he said,
"Don't believe who hired you. Believe a stranger. Don't believe whoever hired you. It's not correct to hire beautiful women. You know what I mean? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
We had to take a picture of ourselves. Because we could look like movie stars? You know?