So MB came home from work last night and told me this story. Seems he wandered into our local Hold It! store looking for things for his office. He was wearing black jeans, a black turtleneck, more a function of how big the laundry pile currently is than anything else. This woman who works there began to follow him around relentlessly. (I have since called the store to inquire as to her name, her hours, where she lives, etc.; you know, all the useful info I need to kick her in the bottom.)
So she’s following him around, drawn to his manly essence, obvs, and she starts asking him questions in an awed sort of tone.
“Are you an engineer?”
“No.”
MB wanders away. She follows.
“Are you an architect?”
“No.”
Wandering. Following.
“Are you European?”
“No. It’s just black turtleneck day today.”
Several feet away, a co-worker cracks up.
After that, the poor besotted woman, spurned by her would-be conquest, leaves him alone with his Eurotrash self.