Drunk Men and Home Depot

To my readers that do not know me personally (in other words if you accidentally stumbled upon this page and don't know how to navigate away, you are stuck reading what I call my insights) I am 6'1". This serves me very well as it tends to get a lot of attention in most situations. One day I was at Home Depot with a couple of friends. They started bickering for the one hundredth time that day (they were roommates trying to make some decisions about their new apartment). This particular attitude had worn thin on my nerves, so I chose to go elsewhere to look around.

A gentleman (I am using the term VERY loosely) approached me and asked me how tall I was, this is something that happens very often so I thought nothing of it and gave my typical response: "How tall do you think I am?" The reason I respond this way is that I have found people don't always believe me when I say 6'1", they always think I am taller. To avoid arguments, I always find out what they perceive me as first. This particular gentleman did say 6'1" so with great enthusiasm I congratulated him on his correctness. At this point I was done with the conversation and began to walk on. My dear little friend, however, was not done. He followed around the corner and continued to talk to me. He told me how pretty I was and that if I were his wife he would take me dancing. At this I smiled and laughed, and tried to continue on my way. Before I knew it, this short man was dancing with me in the aisle at Home Depot, he smelled of alcohol and he continued to lay on the charm. At about this time my friends called my cell phone to tell me that we were leaving...I was most grateful for the interruption! You never know what you'll get at the Home Depot!