My boss really is a good sport, and the worst pick up line ever (to me)

Today was a rather good day. Apparently it's "Let's compliment her" season, or something, because just as I am doing my job it looks like my boss is spreading it around that I'm awesome, and the best coworkers mentoring me are starting to see the progress.

My boss joked that I was probably in love with one of the support people. I said "Naah, too young I guess."

Him : But he's about 40 I think;
Me : Ah, right in my age bracket! See, you're too young. Almost a baby. [Boss is turning 33 in a few days]
Him : Wait, how old are you ?
Me : Almost 29. I need them at least ten years older, haha. :P
Coworker : But who's missing out on who, heh ?
Me : *fit of laughter so bad I had to set my calling thingie to unavailable for at least a full minute to avoid scaring customers away*

Let me tell you, my boss probably thinks I'm nuts, especially when you picture the end of the day...

Him : Hey, look, UberBoss is here to remind you to stay quiet during the last 10 minutes "End of Shift" break.
Me : Do you think I could do that thing that may work sometimes ?
Him : What ? [UberBoss turns around]
Me : This *sad puppy face, UberBoss smiles*
Him : Nope, I don't think that works on UberBoss.
Me : Heh, at least one can get a laugh out of it XD .

Yeah, we're bonkers. But with moments like this I'm thinking it's just as good that I stayed XD .

Then you have the "worst pick up ever" on my way home... I get out of the métro and there are these two guys in front of me doing their thing. The shortest one notices me and motions to his friend to go ahead and he's going to talk to me.

Note : I am 100% sure this is because of my rack that's pretty noticeable especially during the summer -_- .

So he starts trying to chat me up, except I tell him "No thank you" then "I have things to do", "Someone is waiting for me at home" and then probably some unintelligible babble to get him to go away.

He wants me to take his number, and I say "No thank you" but he insists, insists. He thinks I can take it and not call him or just call him to talk on the weekends.

I go up the stairs to get out of the station and go my way, he starts following me so I think aaaaaaaaaaargh what to do ? And with my new "Work Goddess and Queen of Customer Service" (joking, but still) state of mind, I said "You offered, I said no. I do not have to, and I will not take your number."

Free at last! Or not, when I realized he was looking at where I was going, so I ducked into my favorite Chinese take-out place and took my sweet time ordering.

Whew, crisis avoided.

But what a nice day today!