I worked a double on the boat yesterday. The second cruise was for a 60th birthday party. The birthday boy’s wife gave every appearance of being a trophy wife. I’d give them the benefit of the doubt and say it was a May/December romance, except that he hit on me twice. Once at the end of the party.
How classy is this. B-boy says, “What about my gifts, we need to remember to pick up my gifts.” Then, spying me, points at me and says, “Is that a gift?” He saunters across the room. “Will you be my gift?” Then he wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my cheek.
So inappropriate.
I know how the poor chambermaids felt in gothic romances. I’m staff! What am I going to do, slap the $6000 client?
sigh.
It’s not usually like this. Most people are very nice and keep the flirtation to a very mild banter if it happens at all.
In other news, I got new tires and new brakepads on my bike. The weather is starting to turn and I thought that some stopping power would be good. And traction. Why not try something new? Oh, and while I was there they had a “fit specialist” look at my bike and adjust it. I’m astonished at the difference it made in my ride home. It was much easier.
Hopefully he was very very drunk.
How much did he tip?
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Ick. The guy who emcees my regular trivia night has a t-shirt that says “Future Trophy Husband”, but he has a sense of humor, is our age and would never behave that way.