When leaving the grocery store I was stopped by one of the teenage boys who works there, you know, vacuuming the floors and gathering the carts up from outside.
Boy: You are really pretty. What school do you go to? I never see you at ____________ High.
So I did what any woman would do:
Me: -Barely controlled laughter- Thank you…I’m homeschooled.
I was NOT telling him I’m getting ready to go to my ten year reunion…
From the same high school he mentioned.
Not doing it.