I thought that might work.
OK, so here's what happened: I was at the mall with my two best friends who I'd not seen in a bit too long, so it was really good to have catch-up time, plus we'd gone to a restaurant where I had had so much sugar it's amazing I didn't have convulsions- hence the positive affect. Anyway, they wanted to check and see if a potential christmas present (a sweatshirt) would fit me, so they had me try it on in the store. This necessitated my taking my jacket off.
You should stop reading at this point if you just want the fantasy, and not knowledge of the relatively mundane humor of my getting hit on by a stoned lesbian.
So anyway, this girl in the shop calls me tiny, and I'm like, "Thanks," kinda wryly. So then she looks at my arms, and demands that I flex for her. (It was really too funny not to, so I did.) She then gasps and says that I could poke a dent in her, and begs me not to rob her, because at this time of day she'd tell me to take anything I wanted.
Yeah.
I just kinda laughed because there wasn't much else to do. My friends laughed because they couldn't not. Not much else to tell, save that I checked how the sweatshirt looked in the mirror and I think the girl said it looked good; I migh have confabulated that last part, but the rest is exactly what happened.
She was almost definitely a little bit high, seeing as the other people working in the store were also very friendly, happy, and mellow. She was the only one that hit on me, though.
