“What are you reading there? Looks like some serious stuff; you must be really smart.” He worked his usual pick-up magic on the train. Ask a simple question, then pay a compliment. Always works with them ladies.
Just not this time. “My divorce papers,” she replied angrily, and turned away.
Katya Duft is a translator, interpreter, and language teacher, and enjoys writing short stories, poetry, and her blog Tales from the Bus.
You like my shoes? My silver dress, too? Thanks, they’re new.
Don’t dance, no I don’t, just here with some friends. Go dance with her. You did before. Not your type? So not my problem.
Puhleez, don’t “soul mate” me. We just met.
Wanna meet the nine-mil in my bag?
Joey doesn’t dance. He doesn’t wear dresses either.
“What time do you get off work?” he asked the woman.
“My partner’s picking me up at nine,” was her reply.
“Come on up for coffee?”
She declined. “I’m meeting Sharon at Starbucks.”
He tried again. “What’s your favorite kind of birth control?”
“Vasectomy!” she shouted, pulling out her switchblade.
Harry Demarest has retired after careers encompassing scientific
research, teaching at a university, software development, web
application development, and voter database compilation and
distribution. He is now spending his time with his grandchildren and
writing memoirs and short stories.