| | A subway station, 9:45 a.m.
"Excuse me miss, do you know how to get to Columbia Heights?"
"No, I'm sorry." Uh oh. Strange man talking to me. Go away, strange man.
"You tellin' me you don't know how to get to Columbia Heights?"
"Sorry." Maybe he will go away faster if I talk at him in Hebrew.
"You know, Columbia Heights? On the Green line?"
Hebrew BACKWARDS. Wait, why is he asking me if he knows?
"You know som'm gurrrl?"
Is he staring at my necklace? I think he is. It's from Peru. It probably has cocaine hidden inside it somewhere. I hope he isn't going to try and steal it.
"I'd like to take you home wit' me gurrrrrrl."
He's not staring at my neckalce. Oh my god.
"What you think of that gurrrl?"
"No thanks."
"Take you home... stare into your pretty blue eyes... take rrrrril good care of you..."
"Did you not hear me? No." Stabbing myself in eye with cellphone antenna. Wait, cellphone! Will call my boss.
"Excuse me sir, I have a call to make."
"C'mon gurrrrl. Tell me you don't want somma dis!"
His crotch is in my personal space. ENGAGE PROTON TORPEDOES! RUN AWAY! THE TRAIN HAS ARRIVED!!!!! |
| | Posted 6/3/2007 10:08 PM - 129 Views - 4 eProps - 4 comments
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