Wednesday July 11th 2007, 7:37 pm
Filed under: Stains of Glee
Filed under: Stains of Glee
I don’t normally make a habit of telling people off in the street, but when they start it, I do so with gusto. I was walking out of target to see that a chubby man with a bad combover in a bright red thunderbird had parked next to me. As I was getting into my explorer, we exchanged the following:
“Nice SUV! That thing come with a soccer mom? (stupid pretentious laughter)”
“Nice midlife crisis. That thing come with a forboding sense of your own mortality?”
He was still standing there with his mouth open when I drove off.
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“Yes. I keep her in the glovebox. When I’m in really bad traffic, she pops out and blows me.”
Comment by Widgett 07.11.07 @ 8:48 pmLeave a comment
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