I was walking behind two men. The younger one stopped to light a cigarette and noticed me.
A writer, I have a notebook and pen handy.
"You're ready to take my number?" he asked me.
(Must be *the* line in TN 'cause I've heard it several times already)
I smiled at him. "I am probably old enough to be your mother," I said.
He considered me for a moment. "That's alright," he replied. "You could probably teach me a thing or two."
I corrected him. "Probably three or four."
His eyes lit up with surprised amusement. "Alright," he told me. "Alright."
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