Mystery

For once in my life, I made the smart move.

I walked past the honeys, left the hotties behind, and pulled up a chair next to the teacher. She was a first- and second-grade teacher, probably in her sixties, and slightly hard of hearing.

"Hello," she said. "What brings you to these parts?" gesturing at the Antarctic part of the bar we inhabited.

"You." I said. "I want to know about you."

And you know what? After thirty minutes, the hotties came around, and wanted part of teach-and-mine's joke.

And now I have an invitation to a chi-chi July 4 par-tay.

Something worked.

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