I just bought a new bicycle and my friend and I decided to go riding this afternoon. We were cruising along in the neighborhood since I haven't been on a bike in, oh say, 10 years and my butt is already killing me. Anyhow.....we were talking and laughing and taking in and enjoying all the fragrances of spring when a guy rode up next to me on his bike. This was the conversation:
Where you two girls headed?
Nowhere in particular.
You live around here?
In the neighborhood.
Are you going out to lunch later?
No. Why?
If you girls ride w/me, you'll have a lot of fun.
Well, David, I think we're gonna ride by ourselves.
How'd you know my name?
It's on your license plate.
Oh. Yeah. I have a cell phone.
Ohhhhkaaay....Lots of girls numbers, I'll bet.
Yep. Lots of hot girls.
Hot girls, eh?
Yep. And he pulled the cell phone out of his pocket to show me. It wasn't a toy; it was a real cell phone.
Well, see you girls later. And he rode off when he could see we weren't interested.
He couldn't have been more than 5 years old! I was so shocked, I didn't even think to ask him how old he is. I know that it probably sounds funny when reading it but, if I was his mom, I'd be worried. That kid did not learn those lines and become that smooth and polished by himself. I'm thinkin' Dad takes him out when he's supposed to be babysitting and he hears all those pick up lines. (Ok, maybe an older brother or an uncle or a neighbor but, whomever the influence is, he isn't a good one because he isn't learning those pick up lines on his own.) My friend was laughing her head off and, admittedly, I kinda was chuckling myself but it's scary. This kid is gonna be getting into all kinds of trouble, I can feel it.
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Originally Posted by Moesha
Well, s'plain it to me then.
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