Don't Touch Me

The wife and I have been shopping for a car these last couple of weeks. Yesterday we went in to get one with the salesman we had been working with. He was with another customer and so we sat down at a table to wait for him. One of the times he walked by me he ran his fingers across my shoulders in a tickling motion and made a sound like a dying duck. I was not quite sure what to make of it. I looked at squishy and she was nearly dying from trying not to laugh. I was more shocked than amused, but we still bought the car from him. But if anyone sees one of those novelty t-shirts that says "Dont Touch Me" buy it for me and I will pay you back. XL. Evidently I need it.

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