If every Age Appropriate was perfect, none of us would be perfect. Discuss.
The other night, just before 11pm, Sara was staggering up Third Avenue, partially attempting to catch a bus, more attempting to breathe in the cool air. Breathing, as we have mentioned, is something she's working on.
Shortly after missing a M101 she was approached by an Age Appropriate suit who said, "Did you just miss that bus too?"
Sara: (still walking) Not really.
Suit: I can give you a ride.
Sara: (pretty sure he just said "too" re missing the bus) In what?
Suit: I have a car, a black car waiting.
Sara: Really? Where?
Suit: On Lexington.
Sara: Good night.
Suit: You're really gorgeous. Let me give you my card. I know this probably doesn't sound right to you.
Sara: (wondering if he meant the "gorgeous" part) I gotta go.
Suit: Here (offers card).
Sara:Holy sh*t he works for a mega private equity firm...
Suit: (recognizing Sara is momentarily reconsidering) Will you call me?
Sara:Maybe he's the driver of the guy whose card this is...
Suit: Can I call you?
Sara: My car is just around the corner? Do I look that dumb? I have the card. That's enough. Good night.
And she ran to catch the M102. The moral of the story (in case you haven't gleaned this from things like AA married guys happily hitting on us) is that being Age Appropriate is a foundation; we consider the whole house.
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