Never Trust a Man Like That

at work today this older man came in, in a Player's pizza shirt, dark gray elastic sweats, and with curly white-gray hair parted on the side yelling something i couldn't make out. i was really sick at the time but tried to be as friendly as i possibly could, and he answered he had no phone-in order and his name was Jim. after i took his order he turns to walk out the door, and right before he exits he comes up to me and says "did you hear about the ninety-year-old hooker?" i give him an interested look and he returns it matter-a-factly with "she put her ad in the yellow pages as the oldest trick in the book." he waits for my response and begins to leave again. all i did was come to a conclusion.

I am the most un-flirtatious human being alive.