I froze. Was this 1982? Could I be back in high school? Was it even legal for me to be buying liquor? No, no, this is 2004. What the hey. What the WHO.
An older man maybe in his sixties was standing next to me, a gnarled fellow with the deep tan of the outdoor worker. He looked at me, I looked at him.
“Wow,” I said. “That was different. I really don’t know what to say.”
He grinned wolfishly and raised his eyebrows. “Show me your PUSSY!” he barked.