Whippoorwill

You must first try, mister. 

Tylenol made me a homo.

I will next time I'm pregnant.

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His shoulder patch has Cirillic Alphabet characters and the cars have long skinny white license plates.  I'm not sure what country that is, but he's beautiful!

I hope people realize that undercover officers can and do lie when asked this question.
There is no rule that they have to identify themselves.

I was a probation officer for several years as I worked my way through grad school. I carried a very impressive badge that was housed inside a flip-top leather case. One time when I went on a “date” (wink, wink) I inadvertently left my badge inside my jacket pocket. And within a few minutes of arriving at my date’s place, when I took off the jacket, the badge fell out onto the floor and flipped open. The poor dude about had a heart attack. It was a mood killer for sure, and it took some effort to convince him that my arrest powers were for juveniles only. My dates during this time were always in far-away places.

Especially if he’s in uniform 😍

Agree! 
 

He’s advertising his RM services; you buy RM services. Why would he find it awkward or uncomfortable? If he does, he’s in the wrong business. I say go for it. 

In the gym I go to here in Madrid, no one in the locker room even pulls out their cell to talk, text, or surf — forget taking pictures.  Trust me, Spaniards are every bit as addicted as Americans to their devices because a lot of guys whip out their cell the second they step out of the locker room.  Also, I go to the movies a lot here, and no one ever utters a word, not even a whisper, whereas I had to stop seeing movies in the theater in the US because I got fed up with constantly begging my fellow moviegoers to be quiet.  Spaniards as a whole are simply far more considerate and respectful of others than we Americans are.

I don't think it's something I would share in a work situation, or even in casual conversation with friends. 
I prefer using it only as the subject-changer at the uncomfortable family Thanksgiving dinner table. Embellishing the newest story, gesturing with a turkey leg, always does the trick. 

I was mentioning this thread to some young(er) (early 60s couple) friends who had recently been to a pool party, hosted by an older couple they slightly know. Now in my day, pool party = orgy. I asked how it was...and the answer was "Lots of handsy old guys, and a sprinkling of young bucks who obviously wanted to be there. We're so glad that these guys are still going for it...the flesh may sometimes be weak but the spirit was there." Thank goodness there are still holdouts from the purity police.