Ok, not exactly a work story here...
I was 19, waiting for a city bus on a cold day, wearing a large shapeless coat, carrying a backpack, and with my hair a mess from the wind. I probably looked about 15 or sixteen.
So, I get on the bus, take out my book, start doing my medical transcription homework on medical terminology...a guy says "Hey, Miss.." and I look up.
He asks me "Have you ever dated a 32 year old?"
I put on my shocked look and sat in the seat closest to the driver for the rest of the ride. She was the kind that would not put up with anything.
I was 19, waiting for a city bus on a cold day, wearing a large shapeless coat, carrying a backpack, and with my hair a mess from the wind. I probably looked about 15 or sixteen.
So, I get on the bus, take out my book, start doing my medical transcription homework on medical terminology...a guy says "Hey, Miss.." and I look up.
He asks me "Have you ever dated a 32 year old?"
I put on my shocked look and sat in the seat closest to the driver for the rest of the ride. She was the kind that would not put up with anything.
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