Dear Random gas station stranger, here are a few reasons I won't go out with you.
- •I'm married
- •Having more than a couple of teeth is a prerequisite for me
- •Contrary to what they taught you in charm school, wolf whistling only works in B movies from the 50s
- •You're just not my typeAnd by "my type", I mean men who bathe regularly and don't consider hanging out at picnic tables at the gas station a full-time job.
- •A for effort, though.