suga'daddy

"Hey, what kind of snacks do you girls like?" inquires Cap'n Jack.
"Well... Umm... Snickers? Doritos? Haha... Why?" replies Leah, honestly, but hesitantly.
Cap'n Jack smiles, "Alright girls, well, I'm gonna be the dock suga'daddy."
Our eyes bulge and we turn away giggling as we load up into the ghetto "Fresh Fish Company" van.

The next day, Jack asks us to stay a while, after the customers leave. We do so and moments later Jack comes out of his boat cabin with a five gigantic cookies and a bag of Doritos. "Only 'cause I'm yo sugar-daddy ladies," he says as he winks and hands the sweets over.

During this same day, Leah and I go to Napa for some steering fluid. After filling up my steering fluid container, I re-enter the large auto store to return the borrowed funnel. As I reach to open the door, the Napa man beats me to it and quickly asks, "Are you hungry?"
"Uhh... Not really. Why?" I respond with my tail between my legs.
"Well, I've got some hot dogs in the back if ya want," the Napa man with oil stained hands tells me.
"Oh, well, thanks, but I really just ate lunch..." I say in the most sincere way that I can without sounding completely creeped out.

Maybe I will run into more creepy guys in California this next week. I'm heading out on the 6 am flight tomorrow (7/28) to San Francisco. If you want a postcard, send me your address! I'll be back Tuesday afternoon (8/2).