You Are Not 12 Years Old
"Did you see the Metro today?" she said.
"Oh, I don't read the Metro anymore"
"Oh, I'm too busy trying to finish off my book and if I don't read it on the train I'll never get through it."
"Oh, what are you reading?"
In this split second, little did I know that my despair at the transparent 'intellectual' wooing technique of the young male and at the fact that I had nothing more interesting to do but listen to his drivel was going to get worse.
"Harry Potter" he replied.
And under British 'law' I would have been the criminal if, say, I'd forced his eyes under the coffee urn...