“Hahaha” 3 female funsters bending over in hilarity as they pile up into the car in what seems to be a hurried escape from one of the finer Marina establishment.
“You said what to her?” “That’s totally unlike you” and “we better get out of here before she runs out and tries to strangle you with her Louis Vuitton purse!”
“What happen? “Are we being pursued?” I ask (always a step away from living in some Raymond Chandler fantasy). I look over my shoulder and see no one, but I still engage the gas pedal with an energetic shove and the Cmax propels forward like a startled ostrich. Thankfully, the ladies cannot wait to tell me.
“We took a bathroom break and as we wait in the line there was this girl going on and on and on to her friend about some guy she was talking to at the bar. She kept saying: (and here my passenger slips into an extra whiny version of a valley girl accent) like, why is that guy talking to me? I want his cute friend to talk to me, not him, he is so not hot, his friend is really hot, I want his friend to talk to me”
The complaining apparently went on for a while till my passenger, annoyed by being subjected to this, helped out the upset woman with “because that guy is probably like what, 9 or 10? And you are only maybe 6, 6-plus *maximum*? That’s why. If you were a 10 he would be talking to you right now, I guarantee you that. You need to stay within your grade.”
“And she got really upset, would you believe it? We had to get out of there. And I still need to pee”
Everyone burst into laughter again, except for me, of course, because I am mature.
“You said what to her?” “That’s totally unlike you” and “we better get out of here before she runs out and tries to strangle you with her Louis Vuitton purse!”
“What happen? “Are we being pursued?” I ask (always a step away from living in some Raymond Chandler fantasy). I look over my shoulder and see no one, but I still engage the gas pedal with an energetic shove and the Cmax propels forward like a startled ostrich. Thankfully, the ladies cannot wait to tell me.
“We took a bathroom break and as we wait in the line there was this girl going on and on and on to her friend about some guy she was talking to at the bar. She kept saying: (and here my passenger slips into an extra whiny version of a valley girl accent) like, why is that guy talking to me? I want his cute friend to talk to me, not him, he is so not hot, his friend is really hot, I want his friend to talk to me”
The complaining apparently went on for a while till my passenger, annoyed by being subjected to this, helped out the upset woman with “because that guy is probably like what, 9 or 10? And you are only maybe 6, 6-plus *maximum*? That’s why. If you were a 10 he would be talking to you right now, I guarantee you that. You need to stay within your grade.”
“And she got really upset, would you believe it? We had to get out of there. And I still need to pee”
Everyone burst into laughter again, except for me, of course, because I am mature.