Hmm ...

Should I be offended that of all the men at the mall today, the one who tries to pick me up is an old drunk man? I mean, I didn't want to be picked up but still ... Maybe he could smell the alcoholism in my genes and thought we'd hit it off. He was generous enough to ask if I wanted to live with him in the treehouse located in the kid's play area. As he pointed out, we'd be right next to ice cream stand (which I'd like to point out was actually a pretzel stand).