My manager is kind of green--she's a vegetarian, drives a Prius, carries reusable cups around. I wasn't surprised when she suggested we take the light rail from the office downtown as we had an interview in the only section of the city nowhere near a parking lot.
We did the interview and went back on the train, and as we were waiting to cross back to her car a young guy on a bike says to me, "You have really pretty legs." I know, I really don't but a compliment is a compliment in my book and it just cements my love of high heels.
I would have flirted just for the practice, but with my manager beside me all I could do is say "Thanks" and rebuff his further attempts to start conversation.
I went back to the office and sent an email about this to my work friends.
The Crimson Conquest shot me a look across the aisle and said "That's what you get taking public transit."
Jonathan Richman "You're Crazy For Taking The Bus"