Tiny fragments of amusement

[azurelunatic]

This morning, while walking to school, I saw a male, shaggy, more than somewhat grungy person of approximately my age, give ten years and take three, walking uncertainly down the sidewalk. The usual plan is for both parties to pass quietly.

This morning, though, the rather uncertain fellow inquired, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," I answered promptly and without excess thought over it.

This was evidently not the expected answer, as Mr. Uncertain visibly stopped saying something that he'd been planning on saying: the follow-up line, evidently. I walked on.