How much?

Today, I went to Sportsman's Warehouse to by a gift card for a friend. I generally avoid this place like the plague, since seeing a bunch of hunters and dead animals isn't really my thing. I hadn't gotten ready for the day (because I seldom do anymore!), so I had thrown on my Camouflage Vegas hat. As luck would have it, I also had Mason dressed in a Camouflage shirt. Needless to say, we fit right in.

As I left the store and was putting Mason in the back seat, I noticed my t-shirt had lifted in the back just a bit and some skin was showing. Nothing alarming, but I was fidgeting with it, as to not get into an embarrassing situation. As I got out of the back seat of my car, I heard someone say 'How much?' I was so confused. Why is this 65 year old man asking me 'how much' about anything? Of course, my over analyzing mind, assumed he was propositioning me due to my skin showing a bit. The look of sheer shock on my face had to have said something, but I was able to mutter 'Excuse me?'. He just looked me right in the eye, in that flannel shirt and said again 'how much?'. I stammered at his boldness (and audacity) and said 'I'm sorry, sir, how much for what?'

'Your car.'

Oh my gosh! Of course! I have FOR SALE signs in my car. I pulled myself together enough to now begin talking cars with this man. I was deeply mortified and truly, thought he should be as well. What guy says that, anyway? Turns out, he didn't have much tact. As I lifted my purse and dug through it to find a pen and paper to write down my contact info. for the car, he tapped my wedding ring with his empty diet Coke bottle and said 'Are those real?' Again, who says that? At this point, I really wished I had said 'are you referring to my diamonds or the girls? Either way, both real!'

Moral of the story, don't go to Sportsman's Warehouse dressed in Camo (since you apparently lose all self esteem) and don't forget that you have FOR SALE signs posted in your car if you're really looking to sell it (and not yourself).