Flatterer!
I was at the hardware store to get a duplicate of my
car key made when the store clerk said, “You’re a model?”
It was exactly what a woman in her mid-30’s wanted to hear.
“Well, no, I’m not,” I said, blushing. “But, I’m flattered that...“
He stopped me right there, pointed to my car keys and slowly repeated,
“Year…and... model”