One of them, and I protest my innocence here, is prostitution.
Most of the time, when I’m running the gauntlet between the station and the bus stop, there is the usual nonsense of asking me if I have a “spare cigarette” (I may do a complete post just on the put down lines I use in answer to that question) but this time was different!
She approached from the shadows and I fully expected the standard line but instead she said: “Is it ok if I just talk to you for a minute?”.
Taken aback I replied by saying “About what?”
“I just want to pretend that I’m talking to you for a minute”
At this point I started to get a bit worried. Who did she think was watching her have a pretend chat with me? The police? A crazed pimp? Who?
She then delivered one of those lines you could only dream about.
“Only…. I think I’m being followed by a dwarf!”
Well I couldn’t help having a look up and down the road. I couldn’t see anything and strangely didn’t feel surprised by that.
After a few seconds she said that she thought he’d probably gone and went on her wobbly way.
Why me readers? Why is it always me? Answers on a comment please…
2 Comments
January 28, 2009 at 9:44 pm
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I’ve had it up to here with dwaves and midgets!!
March 1, 2009 at 6:14 pm
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