Have I got an offer for you

3:20 a.m.: I'm outside sweeping the lot when a beat-up sedan pulls up and the driver rolls down her window.

"Excuse me."

"Yes."

"Would you like two soft tacos?"

Pause

"Noooo," I answer. "I'm good."

"OK," she responds and heads into the store.

Later, after she'd left, I mention the taco offer to my co-worker.

"That was so weird," my co-worker said. "She was in here offering tacos to the other customers."

For some reason, that made me feel better.

"You know, I've been married for a long time," I said. "I probably wouldn't recognize a proposition if I heard one."