i love johnny castle (see quote)
Okaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy. Time for odd incident #2 in—count ‘em—fewer than 24 hours. In my opinion, this one is both slightly less odd and slightly less interesting than yesterday’s. But for some misguided reason, I’m trusting you to stick around and read about it anyway.
So I’m walking home from work, and near MCTC I’m stopped at the corner by a truck which, inexplicably, is not moving even though it has a green. Then I hear,
“Heeeyyyy, dahrrrrlin.’ Hah you doooin’?”
Glancing up in that “I-see-you-but-I’m-TOTALLY-not-making-eye-contact” way, I see that the window of the northern-suburbs manly-teal Ford pickup (oh, who the hell am I kidding. I have no idea what kind of pickup it was. Except for the manly-teal part, which I’m absolutely sure of.) is down. And the northern-suburbs type behind the wheel is (do I dare say leering? yes, I think I do) leering at me.
“You look so cuuuute.”
Meanwhile, his tired-blonde girlfriend/wife/life-partner shook her head and, though I couldn’t confirm either of these, probably also rolled her eyes and sighed in the passenger seat.
Guess I must be a whole lot cuter when I’m hobbling. Which I am doing, since I haven’t yet found the soles of my feet.
Or maybe he just “lahks ‘em kahnda gimpy.”
Hoo boy, I sure do attract some mighty classy folk.