Once upon a time, it was not unusual for me to be out and about and have young men come up to me and start awkward conversations.  The goal: find out if I had a boyfriend or, somewhat later: a husband.

Today a young man came up to me and started a shy, awkward conversation.  Then, He Called Me Ma’am.  His goal: find out if I might be thinking of selling my car.

To be fair, it wasn’t a totally unreasonable question. Watching me and Ian enter and exit that car is probably a lot like watching the clown car at the circus, and if you happen to be in the market for a Honda Civic Coupe, it might seem worth a shot to ask me if I might be thinking of selling it.

But I WILL say that this conversation could not have been any more awkward. It’s like being the wing-girl for your hot friend, except your hot friend is… your car.

Hey, uh... this might be kind of a weird question, but... can I get your number?