I was sitting in Alterra, lurking myspace. (suprised??) A grandpa aged man walked up to me and stood about two feet away and stared at me.
I thought he was going to ask me why I kept looking at him earlier, which was because I was trying to figure out if he had a lazy eye...seriously.
Instead he says:
GM: "I'd like to congratulate you on having jeans without any rips or tears or holes or anything in them."
me: "My pants?"
GM: "Yea."
me: laughs "Thanks" (thinking: was that old dude checking out my ass?!)
