A Boli's Pizza Guy and Marie Moment

So, every now and then I eat a little humble pie by letting Marie peek through my clothes and pick out ones that I should get rid of (think: I've been holding on to them since the 1990s). To be fair, she's usually right about what I should and shouldn't keep. Sometimes I just need a little prompting to get rid of the skirt I've had hanging there for years with the huge bright pink flowers on it and ribbon belt. It's a given.

However, there were two shirts under her scrutiny that I didn't think were that bad. So, we were in the middle of discussing whether they should go in the Goodwill pile when the pizza guy rang. Here's how the show went...

Marie: "Oh! It's Boli's. I'm gonna ask the pizza guy what he thinks."
Me (laughing): "No!" "Okay, but I want to see his face..."

So, we go down the stairs and she opens the door with the two shirts tucked under her arm. After filling out the credit card receipt she casually slips it in...

"So, can I ask you a question?" The guy pauses and nods.

"If you were to go out with a 28 year old woman, do you think this shirt would be sexy?" She held up the first shirt.

Poor guy. haha. He looked at her and then at me with a huge smile on his face. I could only shake my head and smile. He was on his own.

She prodded, "I mean, do you like this?" She shook it on the hanger.

He assessed the shirt (one I had worn when it was warmer and actually received compliments on!), paused, and answered, "Yeah, I like it. It's cute."

Cute? I'll take it. Nice guy, right?

She looked at him and back at me. I shrugged and said, "See, I told you... it's not bad."

She admitted defeat and gave me the shirt. "Okay," she said as she turned her face to the second one. "But this one..." She held up the second shirt (and one that I will admit to being on its way to retirement). "What about this one?" she asked.

The guy smiled bigger and looked at me again. All I could do was laugh. Marie is hilarious.

He answered, "Yeah. That one's not too bad. I wouldn't throw it away..."

Before I could feel too good about myself, he finished his sentence... "But I wouldn't wear it out."

It's in the Goodwill bag.