A few weeks back, Daughter 2 and I stopped in at the fountain drink mecca, otherwise known as QT. While we were there, a kindly, old gentleman stopped me and said, "Your daughter is a sweet little beauty." He, however, was pointing at a toddler who did not belong to me.
"That's not my child," I said, "But she is awfully precious," I added because what parent doesn't want to hear that her child is precious?
"Well," the gentleman continued, "I'll bet she got her beauty from you."
I chuckled because I had never seen an older drunk gentleman in QT before. I just told him she's not my child, and he just said she got her beauty from me. What the...
Wait... Was I being hit on at the QT by an 80 year old man? I think I was.
"You're pretty like that singer," he continued even though I hadn't uttered a word back to him. I had, instead tried too hard to get the lid on my drink and spilled it everywhere. As I cleaned up my mess, my admirer just kept talking.
"I'll bet you're a good dancer. Do you dance?" He didn't wait for my answer.
"I like older women who grow their hair long." Did he just call me older?
"If only QT would play that song 'Pontoon', I'd grab you in my arms and start dancing right here in QT, as soon as they get this mess mopped up. Would you dance with me?"
Finally, he stopped chattering and awaited my answer. As I more carefully put the lid on my new drink, I turned to him and said, "I can't dance." And I meant it. I am not a dancer. I am a sway-er at best. I am a spastic convulse-er on a literal level.
"Well," he laughed, "If you had some boots, you could dance."
I glanced at my flip-flopped feet, smiled at my coulda-been dance partner, grabbed my drink and my daughter and said, "Well, I don't have any boots. Sorry."
Country Outfitter sponsored the Arkansas Women Bloggers Unplugged Conference and gave every blogger there a pair of boots. I have worn them to school. I have worn them to meetings. I have worn them to Hellmart. I have worn them to dinner.
I have not, however, worn them to QT.
The good news is that they do make me a better dancer! The Dad and I have danced with them on several occasions. Not once have we danced to "Pontoon", though. Sorry.
Now for the fun part, Country Outfitter is giving you a chance to win a $150 gift certificate to go shopping on them! You could pick boots just like mine (we could be twinkies!) or something completely different. We are making it soooo simple for you to enter in just two little steps.
1. CLICK HERE & submit your email address to Country Outfitter (you may receive occasional emails from them).
2. Leave a comment here on the blog letting me know you submitted your email to Country Outfitter and tell me what song you would dance to with your new boots.
A random winner will be selected in on Wednesday, October 17, 2012 after 9pm Oklahoma time.