I was working yesterday, selling a buttload of ipods and other mobile electronics to people for christmas. I was having a great day, rolling in the dough, when I saw a customer wandering around out of the corner of my eye. Naturally, I went over to help her.
It was then that I saw she was rather attractive, and dressed in that pseudo indie way that I love - tights, knee-high boots, a short plaid dress, and a scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked to be maybe twenty eight or twenty-nine, and she was by herself. She was holding a few random items in her hand, looking just a little lost.
Both my "inner salesman" and "inner single guy" said the same thing: Jackpot.
It wasn't particularly busy at that moment, so I helped her pick out some ipods, headphones, and the like. We chatted about Victoria (she's not from here), swapped a few jokes, and browsed the shelves. Then she dropped a bombshell.
"I'm kind of looking for a gift for my twenty year old son. What would you get a twenty year old boy?"
I was absolutely stunned, because this woman did not look to be in her thirties, let alone forties. I mean, I suppose she could have had the kid when she was very young (in fact, she must have), but still - I thought she was the same age as me. I really wanted to compliment her on how well she's aged, but I knew anything I'd say would just sound false and lame. So instead, I just answered her question.
"A good gift for a twenty year old boy? That's easy - a twenty-year old girl."