Never tell men you have a backache

Maybe I should have taken his picture but since I didn't you'll just have to use your imagination.

So, there I was minding my own business , waiting for the never coming public transport in the outskirts , after collecting a cache of goodies today, when another lady joined me. She too had a nice bag in her arms.

Yakkity yak, we went, oblivious to the scorching sun when the strapping guard signalled us to take shelter in his humble post. And, offered us a chair each.

Oh, women like us, we're fearless you see. She's a total stranger , so was he , yet we all got along like a house on fire.

He talked about himself, his life here, his wife in Pakistan , ..bla bla bla and before long the subject turned to what we do, how many kids we each have and our um, age and figures.

And because we're all matured people, she's 48 ( but looks 38) , he's 43 and I'm well the very slightly youngest of the lot, yeah, where was I, since he's also enjoying the way the 3 way CCP conversation is turning out, he tells me why don't I sit down. 

Okayyyyyy. I tell him the truth. And in one moment of great brilliance he tells me this gem
" you everyday sex , don't everyday sex, no backache "
He repeated himself 4 more times before his mate called him over for capati making duty. I'm not making this up. That was their lunch. That's what he told us anyway.

It is times like these that I wish the ground would just swallow me up.
I turn to hubby. Text him a concise edition of what happened. After laughing his nuts off at me, in so many words he makes it clear that he takes that as a compliment.
Men....Omfg.