Interaction at a Flea Market.

Today I woke up and decided to go to the Waldo Flea Market to look for VHS tapes. I also wanted a few metal t-shirts. And, alas, I saw one.

Like this but with more gold. There was an older gentleman working the booth, and he took the shirt down and offered to let me try it on. I did, then, when removing the shirt, managed to take off my undershirt and flash the whole flea market, including the man selling me the t-shirt. Embarrassed and half-joking, I said, "Well, now, since you saw those, I think I deserve a discount. A discount for a taste of the goods." He said, "No," in an deadpan. My ego was incredibly bruised, and well, I guess my face fell, because the idiot thought he needed to explain himself. "I mean, they are nice. I mean, if I were 20. If I were 20. They really are nice. A nice set." He continued mumbling about my tits while I shuffled off to the next table to look at some knives.