The last time I walked into an antique store

The old man at the counter greeted me with a “Hello little lady, what are you looking for?”
I turned and coyly said, “Flasks, pipes, old zippos and artful matchbooks.”
He stood there for a minute or two, staring at my creamy lace dress and little feet, my vintage hat, my virgin & child pendant.
A smile squirmed onto his lips.
“You’re quite the the unlikely lady!” he said, wryly.

I guess I am, though. And I guess I really don’t mind.