Mildred Milton Millie Marlene

My Mildred's tats were friendlier. And so was my Mildred.

I called out the next customer’s name on the gold buying list.

“Mildred!”

And up walked an adorable, musclebound, tattooed, earringed man. Yep, that’s what I love about San Francisco. A hunky man can go by “Mildred” and nobody bats an eye.

When checking him out, I said, “Here you go, Millie.”

“That’s what my best friends call me,” he smiled back.

“Then I’m one of them.”

Indeed, he was a Thoroughly Modern Millie.

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