Tuesday, May 5, 2009

'You Just Need A Man'

Okay so I just HAD to share this with you guys because it was so absolutely outrageous, it was hilarious!

So today I wanted to go to some garage sales with my mum since I haven't been out of the house for myself in awhile. First of all, I didn't sleep a wink and I'm going on about 30 hours of no sleep AND the fact that when I don't sleep, my pain gets 10x worse just adds to the misery, but I wanted to go out anyway.

So mum brings home the Thursday paper when she came back from dropping my sister off at school and I highlight some promising sales that I want to look into and one is close to the house. We realize when we pull up to the closest one that this was the same sale we went to about a few months ago and it was A GOOD SALE! A rummagers dream =]

There are a lot of tools because it was an old guys estate so there are quite a few men around. My mum pops the trunk and gets out the wheelchair and we proceed to go and look around. Well, she wheels me into the garage and while looking around a big biker guy in his 40's hits on me WHILE my mother is pushing me around in the WHEELCHAIR!

At first I didn't realize what was going on because he asked about me and why I was in the chair and we matter of factly told him it's Lyme, how I got it, when etc etc. Of course he's going to be a total GUY and question everything we say and look at us like were a little crazy, but all of a sudden he says to me 'Oh all you need is a man to get you outta that chair!'

Oh yes he did.

That wasn't even the first time either. He phrased it many times in many ways, such as 'You don't have a fella?' and 'Oh I bet once you meet a nice guy, you'll perk right up.' Of course my mother was counting and the count ran up to about a dozen 'you need a man' varieties. Lol

Then he proceeded to tell me all about Florida and how he has a house down there and a Harley and whatnot putting great emphasis on 'Harley' and 'Florida House.'

When he finally left, my mother leaned down to me and said in my ear, 'You know he was hitting on you right?' Of course, my answer was 'Yup.'

So my day consisted of garaging and getting hit on by a long haired biker dude in his 40's while being pushed around by my mother in a wheelchair.

If I wasn't so amused by the fact that he hit on me, I would be pissed off at some of the things that came out of his mouth.

2 comments:

Judy said...

So, when are you moving to Florida?? LOL too funny!

Rose Works Jewelry said...

That's way too funny!