Come and knock on my door...
Ya know how there are times when you spot a couple, and the first thing you think of is, "oh yeah, HE'S a coke dealer."
That happened to us tonight. We were at the liquor store.
In walks a couple:
The guy looked every minute of 58 years old. He was wearing a white, seersucker suit with blue pinstripes and Converse sneakers. He sported a Gilligan-style sailor hat and a long ponytail.
The girl with him was a reasonably pretty blond. She was about 30, but trying to look 16. She had big hoop earings, and red, late 1970's jogging shorts, and tube socks pulled up to her knees.
In reference to her earings, it was killing me not to say to her, "Mind you don't get your stilletos caught in those."
Bless their hearts.
That happened to us tonight. We were at the liquor store.
In walks a couple:
The guy looked every minute of 58 years old. He was wearing a white, seersucker suit with blue pinstripes and Converse sneakers. He sported a Gilligan-style sailor hat and a long ponytail.
The girl with him was a reasonably pretty blond. She was about 30, but trying to look 16. She had big hoop earings, and red, late 1970's jogging shorts, and tube socks pulled up to her knees.
In reference to her earings, it was killing me not to say to her, "Mind you don't get your stilletos caught in those."
Bless their hearts.
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4:36 PM
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