Well, it finally happened....

[Alan H]

I was standing in line at the post office...a very short line YAY!!! to mail in my taxes, and a nice woman in line struck up a conversation. Her girlfriend had gotten married and all the men were in kilts, yadda yadda. It was pleasant. Her ex-boyfriend was in the wedding party and the groom gave him a sgian dubh. Her mother was there (I assume it was her mother) nodding pleasantly throughout the whole thing. I told her about Ardenwood Tartan Day this weekend.

After she finished her transaction, she stopped at the table where you fill out the certified mail forms, etc. etc. and pulled a business card out of her purse. She flipped it over and wrote down a telephone number. Then she handed it to me, winked, and walked out of the post office with her mom.

I figured, if this was EVER going to happen, and it's unbelievably unlikely, it really should have been a cocktail napkin with the phone number writ large in lipstick. But no such luck. *sigh* No napkin and lipstick...rather, business card and ball point pen. At least she didn't tweet me or suggest that we align our smart phones such that the bluetooth signals aligned. I mourn a bygone age....

OH, right...... I was wearing a kilt, today.

And no, I'm not calling her up for a date.