The funniest thing happened to me today. I was driving to my grandparents’ house and I pulled up to a stoplight at 54th and Krenning. It was a beautiful day and my sunroof and windows were open. I didn’t think anything of it as I approached the intersection, but there was a rather large black [...]
The funniest thing happened to me today. I was driving to my grandparents’ house and I pulled up to a stoplight at 54th and Krenning. It was a beautiful day and my sunroof and windows were open. I didn’t think anything of it as I approached the intersection, but there was a rather large black woman standing on the corner. As I pulled to a stop, she walked up to my passenger side window and with a toothless grin, smiled and asked for a ride. Now, Common Sense and my grandma have always told me never to give rides to strangers. So I needless to say, I didn’t give her a ride. I told her I was almost home; which I was, so I wasn’t lying. So she got all scared for a second and then asked, “Are you dating?”
For those of you not in the know regarding ghetto fabulous lingo, “to date” is to hook up with a, uh, hooker. The term “working” means a girl is an “on-duty” prostitute. So now that you are up to date, I continue…
So she asked if I was dating, and I told her “no.” And that wasn’t a lie either…if she only knew how pathetic my dating life was. :)
Now let me just put this out there…I’m not pathetic enough to pay for a hooker. I’m pathetic, just not that pathetic. I would like to think I can get my own girls. But I mean, jeez, why couldn’t it have been a good looking girl? Let me just tell you, life is never like the movies.