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Posted in Blog by: LottieMay 6th, 2009
And so he begins with a quizzical look.
He: “How much d’ya earn?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
He: “D’ya make a lot of muney luv?” For my benefit he speaks slower and with more emphasis on his North side consonants.
Me: “Huh?.”
He: “You know, strippers make a-lot-ta muney. ”
Me: Aghast…silence
He: “How old are ya?”
Me: More witty silence
He: “You should start now, luv, before shit starts to sag.”
Me: “wow…thanks for the advice.”
He: “No problem.”
And with that he goes back to his free newspaper.
May 6th, 2009 at 11:25 am
so was the guest a third party in all this?
May 6th, 2009 at 11:34 am
I…I…but…WHAT?
May 6th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
Yeah complain all you want, but when shit does start to sag, you’ll be sorry you didn’t get in there before.
May 6th, 2009 at 12:44 pm
I keep telling Dad not to bother strangers on the DART.
Sorry!
May 6th, 2009 at 3:57 pm
You need to start taking pictures so you can turn around in 30 years and say I wasn’t sagging once.. NO?
May 6th, 2009 at 6:16 pm
CONTEXT
last time i have a friendly conversation with you anyways…..
May 6th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
So, DO you? Makealottamoney? Well?
May 7th, 2009 at 9:47 pm
See I would take that as a compliment and would have played along.
May 7th, 2009 at 11:18 pm
@RP – NO!
That is all.
May 8th, 2009 at 9:44 am
That didn’t really happen, did it?