I R suave

So the other day I was walking out of the gym, in that sort of endorphin haze, when a really tall fella came up too close behind me as we both went out the door and tripped on my heels, causing me to stumble. We both apologized, and started walking into the parking lot.

"Long days," he said, sheepishly, with a fairly heavy accent - English, maybe.

I didn't quite catch what he'd said. "What?"

"Long days," he said again.

I laughed, still uncertain I'd heard him correctly. Why was he talking to me about the advent of summer? Perhaps he meant he'd had a long day? But it was only two in the afternoon...whatever. I gestured at the sunny blue sky and the green trees around us. "Yeah, but gorgeous," I said.

And then ... I don't know what it was, he gave a surprised little snort or something, but I had that instant sinking feeling that I had miscued. I frantically reviewed our conversation. And died of embarrassment on the spot.

"Oh!" I babbled. "Long legs! I misheard you, I thought you said long days, I mean, not that your legs aren't gorgeous..." another surprised snort from him, "but, um, I misunderstood."

I am classy, people. WITH A CAPITAL "K."