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...never ask a question you don't have the answer to.
Mysty's Addition: Never ask a question you don't want the answer to. Especially not when the person you're asking it of clearly does not want to answer.
So I'm in Wal-Mart, as is usual. I'm standing in line with my cart, staring off into space, deep in thought as per usual. It's a little busy, line's a bit long, the old lady at the front is taking her sweet time, but whatever, I'm not in any big hurry and I'm enjoying the time to think. There's a fellow in front of me, a man assumedly in his 40's or thereabouts, who's just looking around himself.
Well, in my private arena of thoughts, something comes to me that causes me to bust out a major
face. I'm still staring off to the side, and I guess the man saw me doing this and looked to see what I was grinning at, and when he couldn't figure it out, he asked me.
"What's so funny?"
Which brought me back to Earth and, because of the thought, caused a bit of
while I laughed and said "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking of something."
He presses on, I guess seeing my reaction. "Oh yeah? Well what was it? Must have been interesting." (Might I add that at this point, he seems to be trying to flirt with me. Hrmm. I might be 30-holy shit, I'm 30, still getting used to that-but I still pretty much look like a teenager, so, ew.)
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know," I respond, shaking my head and trying to turn my attention back to my cart, as I want this conversation to be OVER.
"No, no, tell me," he insists, actually stepping closer to me, kind of in my space, still with that obnoxious "flirting" tone. What.
"No, seriously, I don't think you want to know."
"Yes I do. Tell me!" Now he's kind of getting a little demanding. Which is...ugh.
All right, fine.
"Okay. Did you see The Avengers?"
"Sure did, that was a great movie."
"Yeah, it was. You know Captain America and Iron Man, right?"
"Oh yeah, Iron Man's my favorite character."
"Uh-huh. Well. I was thinking about the two of them..." And here I lean in, because this next part needs to be communicated delicately..."FUCKING EACH OTHER."
So that's how I met the Olympic gold-medal holder for backpedaling, and the swell gentleman learned that just because a girl looks innocent, you have no idea what's going on in her head at any point...and you may not want to know.
(But seriously, it's canon. I swear it is. The comics just make it too obvious.)
Mysty's Addition: Never ask a question you don't want the answer to. Especially not when the person you're asking it of clearly does not want to answer.
So I'm in Wal-Mart, as is usual. I'm standing in line with my cart, staring off into space, deep in thought as per usual. It's a little busy, line's a bit long, the old lady at the front is taking her sweet time, but whatever, I'm not in any big hurry and I'm enjoying the time to think. There's a fellow in front of me, a man assumedly in his 40's or thereabouts, who's just looking around himself.
Well, in my private arena of thoughts, something comes to me that causes me to bust out a major
face. I'm still staring off to the side, and I guess the man saw me doing this and looked to see what I was grinning at, and when he couldn't figure it out, he asked me."What's so funny?"
Which brought me back to Earth and, because of the thought, caused a bit of
while I laughed and said "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking of something."He presses on, I guess seeing my reaction. "Oh yeah? Well what was it? Must have been interesting." (Might I add that at this point, he seems to be trying to flirt with me. Hrmm. I might be 30-holy shit, I'm 30, still getting used to that-but I still pretty much look like a teenager, so, ew.)
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know," I respond, shaking my head and trying to turn my attention back to my cart, as I want this conversation to be OVER.
"No, no, tell me," he insists, actually stepping closer to me, kind of in my space, still with that obnoxious "flirting" tone. What.
"No, seriously, I don't think you want to know."
"Yes I do. Tell me!" Now he's kind of getting a little demanding. Which is...ugh.
All right, fine.
"Okay. Did you see The Avengers?"
"Sure did, that was a great movie."
"Yeah, it was. You know Captain America and Iron Man, right?"
"Oh yeah, Iron Man's my favorite character."
"Uh-huh. Well. I was thinking about the two of them..." And here I lean in, because this next part needs to be communicated delicately..."FUCKING EACH OTHER."
So that's how I met the Olympic gold-medal holder for backpedaling, and the swell gentleman learned that just because a girl looks innocent, you have no idea what's going on in her head at any point...and you may not want to know.
(But seriously, it's canon. I swear it is. The comics just make it too obvious.)
TMI
has no effect on me unfortunately. But WOW. Massive PWNAGE. MY hat is off. 
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