Had a little unexpected moment at Trader Joe’s today.

A young man, maybe early 20s, was bagging my groceries and offered to help me out to the car. We were laughing about some bratty child who had been melting down in the store, trading a few light jokes.

Then, as we were loading up the bags, he looked at me and asked, “Are you the type who likes bad boys?”

I smiled and said, “Yes. I enjoy pulling their pants down and bending them over my lap.”

He turned bright red. Looked me dead in the eye and just stood there, completely flushed.

That’ll be on his mind for a while.