Standing on the corner, day-dreaming, waiting for the light to change, lunch in a brown bag beneath my arm. A car pulls up the the light and stops. A man leans out the window.
man: Hey, can I get a date?
me: (glancing at lunch, thinking, I don't have dates in here, I have a veggie burger…) Huh?
man: Can I get a date?
me: (very slow and still coming out of my day dream) Huh?
man: Can I get a date?
me: (a ha! realizing what's going on) Oh no, (smile) I'm sorry.
man: (sounding disappointed) Awww…come on!
And I crossed the street.