*falls out of iron maiden*
*groans*
Another Frontier Days is over, and I'm still trying to recover. Hmm. Let's see, what adventures do I have to relate . . .
The first weekend, I got cow kicked by my cranky old nag of a horse while I was home doing chores. Spent the rest of the ten days with a brace on my hand.
Helped find a couple of lost kids on the park.
Oh, and one day a friend and I were selling truck raffle tickets, and these three hot young men sat down and said, "What are you ladies going to do to convince us to buy some tickets?"
Yeah, like that's not a loaded question.
The talker of the three was charming and engaging. And I was pretty sure he had no interest in tickets (my friend is a petite gorgeous blonde, it wasn't a leap in logic to figure out what drew them to the table). So when they countered our plus points about the truck with, "I can buy a beer with $5 instead", I said, "You know, you're right. That's a great idea. You guys go drink
a lot of beer, and then come back here and we'll sell you a ticket or ten."
Ah, if I only had a camera. The looks on their faces were priceless. The talker's jaw dropped.
He got this shocked/amused grin on his face, and shook his finger at me. "You're naughty!"
I resisted the urge to say- no, I'm wicked.
If guys like that had even looked at me when I was young, I would have blushed and gone tongue tied. Fortunately age tends to cure such foolish weaknesses.