Dorothy's post brought back memories

I wish I could remember great come backs. I could have used a few last summer at the beach when this redneck Mississippian sat beside me in the lounge while I was waiting for a friend to join me for drinks.

His lines were so old they were dry-rotted. I finally told him that I didn't like having sand between my toes OR in my shoes and he dropped the "let's take a romantic walk on the beach" request.

It royally pisses me off that a lady can't sit alone and have a drink without having some "casanova wannabe" coming on to them.