Dialogues out of nowhere

I was queueing up for a taxi behind a smartly-dressed businessman who is in his late 60's one day. When he saw me, he smiled.

And I, one who has never known the pleasure of having a grandpapa, was caught by surprise and smiled back.

A taxi pulled over and as he was taking off his coat to put in the seat, he asked me:


Old Man (OM): Where are you headed?

Me: Huh? Ortigas, sir.

OM: Oh. (smiling) I thought you were going to Makati. (keeps smiling while sizing up how I look)

Me: Errr....


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Oh dear. He wasn't intending to share the taxi with me, was he???

I sure hope I remind him of his granddaughter somewhere in the world, but I get the disgusting feeling that this isn't the case. I have no need for a sugar daddy. No, no no. None of that kinky stuff for me.

*grossed out*


Looks like I should have put "Dirty" in front of "Old Man" up there. Blech.

NOT appealing at all.