Customer. “Well, hello!”
Me: “Hi!”
Customer: “Are you for sale?”
[Inner Me: Did he just call me a hooker?]
Me: “I am off the market.”
Customer: “Is that negotiable?”
Me: “Alas, it is not.”
Customer: “That’s a shame.”
[Inner Me: The fuck it is.]
Me: [neutral smile]
Customer: “You’re probably too young for me anyway. How old are you?”
Me: “I’m 42.”
Customer: “Oh, my God, you’re a baby.”
Me; “Uh… thank you?”
Customer: “My youngest son is your age.”
Me: “Ah. Well, then.”
Customer: “Oh! We could be incestuous!”
And now I will never get “Dueling Banjos” out of my head. Thanks a lot, bad dad.
Marjorie's Forgeries 
Ah, nothing sexier than hitting on someone and immediately talking about incest.
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I know, right? Be ready to catch me when I swoon.
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Boundaries, people, boundaries. Does no one have them anymore?
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Well, did you sell him the harness for his walker, or what?
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