So I meet this cop, W. My boy and goddaughter are talking to the lady he's with, so he's free to look me up and down. He had me pegged pretty well, apparently.
"Soooo. Pink and purple, eh?" W. says to me. He nods at me, and gives a little smirk.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"Your lanyards. They're pink and purple." Smirk.
"Sure. Pink. Purple. They're for all the Tink pins." And later, after 10 hours around my neck, they will be HEAVY.
"Hmm-mm." He smirked even more. Didn't his mom tell him his face could freeze that way? "Are you holding them pins for someone?"
"Nope. These are all mine. I've got more back in the hotel."
"Hmm-mm." Still smirking.
"She's my favorite character." But, being a Disney cop, he already knew that. It's the first thing they train you to do at Disney Police Academy: to discover a person's favorite Disney character just by reading their body language, eye movements, and t-shirts.
"Hmm-mm." he said smirkishly.
"I finally got to meet her after all these years! A couple hours ago."
"Hmm-mm." he said smirkably.
Maybe I should have changed the subject to my sock knitting. THAT would have wiped the smirk off his face.