I’m standing in line at Radio Shack in Mandeville, waiting to buy a camera flash to USB converter for dad’s camera. The flash is full and he can’t take any more pictures, so I need to upload them to his computer. Behind me an excited Harley biker dude in leather chaps decides that I’m the one he’s going to share his new pickup line with:
Biker (taps me on shoulder, and with a very Cajun accent): So ya walk up to her and say, “Ever kiss a parrot?”
Me: No… I can’t say that I have.
Biker: Well you look like you’ve kissed a Cockatoo.
Biker (whispering): But you only say it to the ladies.
Me (uncomfortably): Ah. Okay then. I’ll keep that in mind.
Cockatoo