Last night Tanvi and myself were hopping round the bend to the local pub for a swig of vodka.
A stumpy looking pot-bellied, moustached man was walking behind us.
He suddenly called out to us. ” Hi, can I drop you somewhere? My car is just a little ahead. I can pick it up and drop you wherever you like, ” he said as if he was asking us for directions or if the road ahead is blocked.
Tanvi looked flummoxed.
I saw red. 
” Are you out of your mind?,” I shot back, and then started marching ahead, fumming.
” Ok ok, you don’t have to be rude. Just say yes or no,” he said.
Tanvi chased behind me. She felt I was too severe in my reaction.
” Why??? How dare he ask us such questions and that too in the most non-chalant manner? We don’t even look like prostitutes/escorts, whatever, “ I said.
( Me in a demure kurta and Tanvi in a most unflattering t-shirt)
“I also secretly felt a cheap thrill while saying that, ” I confessed and she smiled.
We watched the little, stumpy man making his way to his car which was parked about a mile away.
I’d go with u – depending on my mood then I’d either ignore him completely and carry on or I’d trun and glare at him and tell him to f off.
Aie, creepy. I always get a swelling feeling when I say smart-ass stuff also. Really puts the bang back into life. -Hil