Payday!

One of my clients finally paid me, enough to go shopping! Trader Joe's then Whole Foods. I was juggling 3 heavy bags on the subway and trying to find something to hold onto, when the nice young man, who I thought might have been giving me the once-over a few moments earlier, but dismissed it as delusional thinking, stepped aside and said, "here you go, my pole is your pole." Is it possible that he was flirting? He was young enough to be my son, for cryin' out loud. So I come home and tell my roommate the story, who says, "Well, why not? You're not a big fat 500 lb disgusting beast". Thanks roomie!