Bobcats, et al

So this evening in the store I'm working with two lovely women of a slightly older varietal. I'm helping them find some shoes. In typical fashion, I'm outgoing through this process to essentially exude whatever a sneaker pimp is supposed to exude. At the end of the transaction I give them my business card. They go to a bar, and leave their shoes in the store and will come back to get them before closing.

Ten minutes before closing the phone rings. They ask for Dave. They ask if I would like to meet them at a nearby bar and have them buy me a drink for my service. Something like this hasn't happened to me personally yet, but I'm all for it. So I close up, grab their shoes, and start walking to the Italian restaurant whose name rhymes with El Nino.

Once inside the ladies come over and give me a hug. Apparently one of them has done some drinking in the previous few hours, but it's cool. The more composed, extremely watchful one of the group and I strike up conversation about, well, you know, cougars (her words, which I had no problem using as well). It was at this point that I made conversation with them which resulted in them asking me to be their personal trainer on a cruise on June 28th to the carribean. They complained a bit about their husbands, called me a baby due to my age, said that I was hillarious, and prodded my abs. All in all, it was entertaining.

The evening ended with them going home to their respective husbands and me just laughing.