I don't like to share

Walking the streets of DC is always an experience, usually pleasurable. The combination of my killer swagger and high-wattage smile are highly effective producers of compliments and the occasional jab. Oh, I'm not complaining. I'm an attention whore and welcome all compliments.

One of the latest and most amusing comments is well worth mentioning. I'm strolling down 14th Street eating a scrumptous cookie and encounter a man in a delightful hat by Popeye's. As we pass he throws out "you are gorgeous". I glance over my shoulder and respond with my usual "thank you" then continue on my way with a little more swing to my hips. The man takes it to the next level with "can I have some of your cookie". Holy shit, that is fucking funny.

That was executed so perfectly that I stop in my tracks to laugh. No, I am not offended. I'm actually quite amused. Once I have regained my composure, I toss my hair over my should and reply "I don't like to share" while a devious grin forms on my face as I continue strutting down the street with my cookie.