The other day my cab driver (I couldn't place his accent, but he was Caucasian in appearance)and I were exchanging a pleasant conversation, and then it took a turn for the . . . odd.
Dr. Ken: Are you married, Cabbie?
D.K.: Oh. Congrats.
Cabbie: Yes, I'm 49 and she's 50. I think women get hornier as they get older.
D.K.: That's entirely possible. I haven't dabbled in women quite that long in the tooth. Yet.
Cabbie: Yeah, she's always wanting to have sex. I have to take Viagra to keep up. Have you tried Viagra?
D.K.: Not quite yet. How's it working for you?
Cabbie: It's great! I take one right near the end of my shift, and then I take another right when I get home. Then I'm ready to go, and the next morning, we can do it again!
D.K.: That's fabulous, Cabbie. You ever get one of those woodies that lasts for over four hours?
D.K.: That's good. I don't imagine that's very . . . comfortable. This is my stop.
Cabbie: Okay, buddy. Try that Viagra!
D.K.: I just might. Give my best to The Mrs. You going to pop some pills and rock her world tonight?
Cabbie: You know it!
Have you ever had a situation like that? How do people get a sense that I'm not easily offended, and in fact, welcome perverted conversations? How about you, Seven Readers? Do you ever run into people telling you goofy stuff like this?