A side order of weird

Last night at work, a customer called me “hot,” and he did it without a trace of irony or jest. I suppose I should take it as compliment, because it is a compliment. But he’s only 19. He’s literally half my age. He’s only five years older than my son. Technically speaking, I could have given birth to the guy. So instead of feeling flattered, all I could think was, “Ick!” I didn’t say it, naturally. Actually, I don’t remember what I said. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t “Ick.”