Boston Commuting Games: Skeezy Hurdles

As those of you familiar with Boston know, we only take the walking part of our commute through the swankiest of 'hoods: Beacon Hill, Bay Village, etc. Yesterday our walk stopped being family friendly. Actually, let us rephrase that: Yesterday our commute got a little too friendly! And now we feel a little dirty...

On our way to the office, we were stopped by an elderly flamboyant Italian gentleman who we will refer to as "Shwalter Shlopez." Mr. Shlopez has been an admirer - or as he tells people, our "uncle" (ick) - for quite some time. Usually we can continue on our way with just a wave and an in-passing good morning, and forget about the incident with this doddering fella by the time we turn on our computers. Today he stopped. And since we were raised right, and our moms would be horrified if we were rude to a senior citizen (to his face), we stopped, too. And then he informed us that we are his "favorite cupcakes."

That's right, our uncle informed us that we are his favorite cupcakes. Not the best start to our day...

So on our way home there was yet another older man standing outside the Beacon Hill Pub on Charles Street. He had a handlebar mustache. And a striped shirt. And there was a guy in a wheelchair behind him, but not the guy we thought was dead and made a Good Samaritan call on that ended with the cops looking for April. This guy seemed to still be with the living. Hoodles, the guy with the handlebar mustache had his arms outstretched and yelled to your fearless bloggers, "Ladies, jump on!"

Naturally, we attempted not to make eye contact (too late for April and her staring problem) and sidestepped the skeeve. So he yells, "You missed!" Which is entirely untrue because we never intended to jump on him. In fact, we're a little insulted. He doesn't know where we were aiming and it's none of his business.

Who doesn't love a Tuesday commute?