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 (whistling) "Hey... hey!" The other day, I was out metering the car. I was getting some coins from my wallet when I heard someone trying to get my attention. It was the guy in the the white pickup truck next to the Muni meter. I glanced over as the window rolled down a bit. "You have a pretty face," he said with an accent, smiling. I was startled. I felt like I was back in Paris again, where the guys are very free about their, uh, feelings for women. I smiled and managed, "I, uhh... thanks?" The window rolled down more and nope, I was no longer looking at this man's face. His shirt was pulled up, revealing a rather hairy belly. I oogled at a man's belly. I couldn't help it. It was right there. I felt like I was in a Jim Gaffigan joke. You know, the one where he talks about food and the stomach implant (have a listen). Anyway, he kept talking to me as I managed to tear my eyes away from The Belly. I fished the coins out of my wallet and finally got my receipt. "Shimmy." "What's that?" I said. "My name is Shimmy." "Jimmy?" "No, no. Shimmy. Shimmy. "Ohh, Shimmy." "Yes. What is your name?" I was going to make up a name, but what are the chances I'll see this dude again? Very slim. "Amy," I replied. "Amy. My name is Shimmy. When can I see you?" My mind: "HAHAHA!!" What actually happened: "I'm sorry, I have to go!" "Wait, I want to see you again...!" I placed the receipt in the car and headed back. Oh, Shimmy. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/251 |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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I am always flattered in those situations, despite my awkwardness and desire to flee.
Maybe I should visit France.
that guy's a weirdo
that cheeseburger looks so good