Daily Prompt: In the Summertime
….Fondest Memory of Summer Past
Summer in the city, driving in Manhattan we stopped at an intersection. Waiting among the throngs to cross was a gorgeous six foot four inch (trust me, I know 6ft 4in when I see it) Scotsman in full kilt regalia. Portia yells from the back,
“Hey baby! What you got under that skirt?”
“It’s a quilt you nut” , said Gwen
“Nooo! It’s a kilt”, Michelle chimed in.
Portia went on, “Don’t worry ’bout it, he knows what I’m talking about.
Look at that smile!”
By now most of the people at the intersection that was politely not staring at this hunk now had license to stare. And they were absorbing the interactions between all of the occupants of the car and this hunk of a man. He was blushing all over the place.
Yeah, he did turn crimson red. And that smile!! We all roared with laughter, even the passersby.