“You have quite a pair of knockers,” he said, eyeing my chest.
It was early October and this guy’s superstore t-shirt, low-end jeans, and franchise salon haircut screamed, “poor college student from up north.”
I held the slender stem of a Mai Tai glass and presented him with a light smile.
“Thank you,” I said. “They’re the best that money can buy.”
He laughed. “I know the fake from real. I’m a plastic surgeon.”
“Then you’re not a very good one,” I chuckled.
He frowned for a moment, then bounced back with a smile. “If you want a second opinion, I’ll examine them for free.”
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