Our Town, by Arthur Miller
On the way to the bus this morning, I had the following conversation with the old guy who owns this car shop on the corner of Norris and Frankford. Please keep in mind that all of this is happening as I'm passing his shop, still continuing to walk.
Him: Hey, there pretty lady.
Me: Good morning.
Him: Don't tell me you're going to work right now. Tell me your going to Atlantic City.
Me: I'm going to work so I can afford to go to Atlantic City.
Him: You married?
Me: No.
Him: Got a boyfriend?
Me: Yes. We live together.
Him: Ain't that a shame.
I don't know if I should be flattered or depressed. I'd be depressed if he thinks he seriously has a shot. It was kind of sweet--kind of small townish, but on the other hand, if I turn up missing, you now have a clue as to who kidnapped me and took me to AC.
Him: Hey, there pretty lady.
Me: Good morning.
Him: Don't tell me you're going to work right now. Tell me your going to Atlantic City.
Me: I'm going to work so I can afford to go to Atlantic City.
Him: You married?
Me: No.
Him: Got a boyfriend?
Me: Yes. We live together.
Him: Ain't that a shame.
I don't know if I should be flattered or depressed. I'd be depressed if he thinks he seriously has a shot. It was kind of sweet--kind of small townish, but on the other hand, if I turn up missing, you now have a clue as to who kidnapped me and took me to AC.
Comments
I was neithed flattered nor depressed. I was insulted that the high bid was $50.
Should have taken it and went to AC with your guy...