We went to the flea market yesterday and at one point, I stopped to look at a couple funky chairs. Out of nowhere pops this older guy - probably mid50s - who started telling us about how they were handmade, blah blah blah, and how we should sit in them.
No! Really! Sit!
So I sat. It was nothing my ass hadn't experienced before.
Then he looks at H and says, "Okay, young man. Your turn."
H declined.
Then the guy says, "So... I love your hair."
We didn't know if he was talking to me or H.
But he looks at H, GIVES HIM AN EYEBROW, and says, "Who designed your hair? It's fabulous."
H: Uh... Tasha at Supercuts...
Me: *snoooooooooort*
The dude: You married?
Me: *biting lip without drawing blood*
H: Yes. *looks at me* We'd better get going. Thanks.
The dude: Ohh, you'd love these chairs! They'd hit your back juuuust right...
H: Thank you! *grabs my hand and walks away*
I loved it. It was hilarious.