Montreal

[boxofdelights]

Walking along Boulevard René-Lévesque from the train station to our hotel, I lagged behind Mungo. (short legs, old feet.) So I had a clear view of the guy in business casual, carrying a laptop, standing on the corner. Mungo stopped, put his foot up on a low wall, and bent over to retie his shoelace. Laptop Guy approached Mungo, looking him over. Then he noticed me giving him the Maternal Eyebrow of How Dare You. He sprang back just as Mungo stood up. Mungo noticed the guy jump back, and thought he might have been trying to pick his pocket. I suppose business casual would be good camouflage for picking pockets. Or maybe Laptop Guy was a reporter, waiting to meet some teenage street artist for an interview? But my first impression was cruising.

Laptop Guy, it's half your age plus seven, or you're a creep. And I don't mean the age you fondly imagine when you gaze into the mirror.

Comments

[kalmn]

[covers face with hands] I knooooow but I have such a crush on a guy who is only half my age plus seven if we round. (Otherwise, six months short...)

[boxofdelights]

Laptop Guy would have had to round off a decade or two.

[sasha_feather]

Oh dear!

[brigantine]

Maternal Eyebrow of How Dare You.

*cackles gleefully*

Was there eyeball lightning? I bet there was eyeball lightning. ;D

[boxofdelights]

There would have been the eyeball lightning if Laptop Guy had not stepped back!