Getting Hit On … Or Maybe Not

Hey there Big Boy

So … I got hit on the other day …

… by a 70-something.

A way, way south of 70-something. (How do I know she was in her late 70s? No … I didn’t ask her age! That’s uncouth, rude and improper! We were discussing the fact she attended her 60th high school reunion over the weekend. “They had a board displayed of all the classmates who were dead. It’s kind of sad …”)

You know what? Come to think of it I don’t know if it really was a “hit” per se. Here, I’ll let you decide …

I was doing some brick work for this little old lady and I had to make a couple morning runs to Home Depot — one to get bricks, another to get concrete. Combined, the weight of everything was close to a ton and I won’t risk that much weight in the Tahoe. Half a ton? Fine, no problem. No sense pushing it with Home Depot close by.

On my second return, “Phyllis” (not her real name) asked if everything went all right.

“No problem … no problem at all” I told her.

“Well … as good looking as you are I don’t expect there’s ever been any problems” she practically cooed.

What the what … ???!?!? Was that a “got hit on” kind of comment? Was it just a sly aside with a hint of a smirk mixed in? Or something else entirely? Reflecting back on it I’m not exactly certain.

You tell me: Was that comment more than it appeared?

I simply smiled and shot an “Oh, you … ” back at her and let it go at that.

Here’s the thing: I’ve been “the younger man” on several occasions in the past (the way, way, long time ago past) and it was kind of cool at the time. (That “time” being when I was in my teens and 20s.) Currently? I have no desire or inclination of any revisitation.

While far from an old man swinging a cane overhead while telling those damned kids to stay off the lawn, I’m beginning to warm to it somewhat. There are friends and associates who say I’m already there, but I discount their mocking jibes.

Still … I keep in practice here and there for when that period arrives in all its glorious codgery. Which sounds infinitely more attractive than getting virtually cat-called by an “older woman.”