The Dear Wonderful Hubby and I were wandering down the Malecon, a pedestrian only boardwalk, in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
There were vendors set up along the route. And there was a lot of buying and selling.
One of the sales must not have happened.
Because a handsome male vendor, clasping a blouse, yelled after a curvy older woman, “Get your husband to buy it for you.”
She partially turned around and yelled back, “I don’t have a husband.”
The male vendor’s eyes lit up. “That’s even better.” He smiled. “Do you want a husband?”
The woman, clearly delighted with the offer, laughed. “No.”
The male vendor held out his arms. “I’m single too.” He tried again.
The woman laughed louder, shook her head and walked away with her head held high and more of a bounce in her step.
The male vendor watched her for a moment.
Then he sighed, lowered his arms and returned to his store to take care of the next prospective customer.
