B. (Mrs. SCI-FI) and I are discussing the merits of having lunch at our local faux-Mexican place again...
B: Well, at least if we go there, we're sure to get lots of free stuff since that kid who works there likes you.
Me: Oh, c'mon! He doesn't "like" me, I'm just a good customer who's polite.
B: He has a crush on you!
Me: I'm old enough to be his mother!
B: Maybe he has a thing for MILFs.
Me: Yeah, I got nuthin'. Except I'M BLOGGING THIS!
B. rolls her eyes...