After being in a local parade, I was walking back to my car and some guy started walking my way and flirting with me a little.
At first I was too tired to fully recognize his existence (I’d been up since 6 a.m. and had to hold down a cave made out of chicken wire and cloth to keep it from flying off a float traveling 45 MPH).
Much later than I’m proud of, I realized what had happened and was flattered.
…Until I again realized I was wearing 90’s hooker heels and my hair was poorly spray- dyed black. Which means he likely thought I was a cheap stripper just getting off work from the night shift.
My life keeps getting more and more like a day- time sitcom…