Malvika's Ramblings

Hitting on Uncle

Today, I was in a squishy line (what line actually?). Kids all over. A horde in front of the snack counter in a movie theatre. Only one man was taking orders for four or five auditoriums.

A greying man, short and soft, with jeans upto his chest was rotating on spot to pass popcorn to his troupe. Eye contact. I raised eyebrows reflexively; as if to say ”Yeah, yeah, I know; what can one do? It’s a messy crowd and bad management here”.

And he turned away looking like I was hitting on him! Like "Alarming girl. No, of course I am not going to respond to her indecent overtures." Yeeesh man. Yeeesssssssssssh!

No more eyebrow stunts.