“I was going to hit on you,” a man at the store says conversationally, “but then I saw your wedding ring and decided not to. Of course, there are guys who hit on married women but I don’t want to be one of them.”
“Than you for sharing this story,” I respond.
“Any time,” the man beams at me.
I have a feeling that the heat is melting everybody’s brains. Including mine.
I’ve spent the summer hidden at home and I can’t say I’m looking forward to rejoining the world all that much.