The pick-up artist

I saw the biggest pick-up tonight at the watering hole. I guess the woman wasn't really an artist, as it was so obvious that she was picking this guy up. I wonder if it was obvious to him. She was in her mid-to-late forties. He was in his late twenties with a french accent (ooh-la-la).

Her line? "Hey. Hey. Do you know anything about cell phones?" Nevermind that the bar is next door to a T-Mobile store. He moved over, she asked what it means when it says "my profile," and it went on from there. When I looked over later, they were talking softly, and they were so close that the bill of his cap was touching her forehead.

Rock on, old lady!