As I was walking home from some errands today, I crossed the street in front of an older gentleman who let me by. He leaned out his car and offered me a ride. I do not make it a habit to pick up rides from strange men, (or women for that matter, but none of them have ever asked me), but I DID want to get to the library today, and getting a ride from him made things so much faster...

So I accepted. He's retired and very polite...

And he hit on me.

Huh.

On the plus side, I'm a "very pretty lady."