In which my day gets better...

I was having a perfectly awful day yesterday. My eyes were actually burning with the tears I was not crying. But I had a girl scout meeting to lead after work and there was no time for self pity, so I put my big girl panties on and took care of business. After the meeting, my daughter and I stopped at the gas station to fill up. I was pumping gas when a truck pulled into the bay on the other side of the pump. A silver haired fox with a George Hamilton tan peaks around the gas pump and checks me out. As I'm hanging the pump up, he walks past and I say to him "What are you looking at?" Not in a confrontational way, with the emphasis on 'you'. In a curious way, with a slight emphasis on 'what'. I thought perhaps he was eyeing the new ink on my foot? and he says to me, "I'm looking at you, baby", emphasis on 'you', and keeps walking. "Niiicce" I say, as I put the cap back on my gas tank.