An actual conversation I had with Red today:
Red: The guy at the liquor store liked your nail polish.
Chelsie: Yeah. So?
Red: That means one of three things.
Chelsie: —
Red: One, he was hitting on you. Two, he was gay.
Chelsie: I don’t think he was gay.
Red: Me, neither. Or three: he likes to dress up on weekends.
Chelsie: You’re not talking about a three piece suit are you?
Red: Nope.
Chelsie: And you don’t think he was hitting on me?
Red: No. I was standing right behind you and you’re wearing your ring.
Chelsie: So the only option left is that a cross dresser thought my nail polish would compliment his Judy Garland outfit?
Red: Well…
Chelsie: It is cute. And the color is called ‘Ruby Slippers’. At least he had good taste.
Red: And at least it wasn’t your feet he was looking at…
Chelsie: You win.
What an odd experience, but good material for a blog.
It kept us laughing for a long time.
And oddly, stuff like this happens all the time to me. I’m a magnet for weirdos.