a different kind of queen

There was a charming old hispanic man who was flirting with all the cahsiers at my neighborhood grocer - they called him viejito and giggled.

He held the door as I left with my groceries and gave me a wink, calling me "Queen of Queens" in Spanish. I, too, giggled. He was surprisingly charming. Until, wonderingly, I googled "Reina de Reinas."

Oh boy.