"Excuse me! Excuse me, miss!"
I turned around to see a guy coming toward me, clearly from the 'hood. I'm wondering if I've dropped my cel phone or car keys or something. "Yes?"
"You're a very colorful lady, and I'm just wondering if you can help me out. Can you tell me what women want? I can't figure it out."
"I have no clue."
"Some guys say if you have great chops, you're in, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
"You know, I'm probably the very worst person in the world to ask." I start to walk away, and he falls in step next to me.
"Is it money? I hear that women want money, but I ain't got none, and if they just like you for your money that wouldn't be cool."
"Yeah, that would suck, wouldn't it? Sorry, I can't help you." I quickened my pace and walked away.
And now, peach crisp. Mmmmm.