ONLY IN OHIO...
...went to the gas station tonight to pick up 3 packs of Pall Mall red 100's with the "through the window" sort of biz that happens after midnight and my credit card gets jammed through the slot and the cashier is cool enough to at least laugh about it, I suppose...
...and so, drunk lady stumbles around me as I'm waiting for the transaction to take place...back and forth she goes like some wind-up toy gone Amy Winehouse mad, and I can smell her through the rain though she is 10 feet away and starts talking and so I guess it's to me...tells me she'll give me 20 bucks if I can give her a ride back home...and so I ask her "where is home?" and she tells me just up the road by the KFC (is this product placement?)...and so I tell her "ok"...she's all kibbles and bits...I have sympathy for the drunks...
...slides into my car (literally) smoking a cigarette that never tends to go out...asks me my name and I reply: "it's Rhyme" and she says "hi, I'm Teressa"...and we go riding about big hill upwards with Portishead "3" playing in the background...asks me: "are you married?"...tell her no, "I'm self-spoiled"...yet she doesn't believe me, so I show her the finger where the ring should be ...asks me if what I'm doing tonight, so I make up some excuse about how I need to be getting to bed real soon...tells me "lets get a drink"...I respond: "no--gots to get up early, around five for an interview"...
...two minutes later...she asks me: "what's your name?"...I answer "Blake"...she tells me she's Teressa....we shake hands...she proceeds in asking me: "you don't like me much, do you?"...and so I tell her that I don't really know her, so can't have a opinion...
...one minute later...she asks me for my name again...I say Wayne...she tells me her name is Teressa...she slurs some words and I act like I understand...we drive further up the hill that never ends while her cigarette never tends to go out...she attempts again to get us moving at some unknown bar while I make up more excuses...
...two minutes later she asks me my name, I tell her "Bart"...wants to invite me into her place...so I have to make up something else...
...around 30 seconds we arrive in her parking lot, and I am now "Mike"...she is still Teressa...invites me in for a drink....I am suddenly the parking-lot...she is still Teressa...she asks me my name again and I tell her that I didn't know...I leave her off in the parking lot...
...10 minutes later...I am twenty dollars short and have sympathy for the drunks!
...went to the gas station tonight to pick up 3 packs of Pall Mall red 100's with the "through the window" sort of biz that happens after midnight and my credit card gets jammed through the slot and the cashier is cool enough to at least laugh about it, I suppose...
...and so, drunk lady stumbles around me as I'm waiting for the transaction to take place...back and forth she goes like some wind-up toy gone Amy Winehouse mad, and I can smell her through the rain though she is 10 feet away and starts talking and so I guess it's to me...tells me she'll give me 20 bucks if I can give her a ride back home...and so I ask her "where is home?" and she tells me just up the road by the KFC (is this product placement?)...and so I tell her "ok"...she's all kibbles and bits...I have sympathy for the drunks...
...slides into my car (literally) smoking a cigarette that never tends to go out...asks me my name and I reply: "it's Rhyme" and she says "hi, I'm Teressa"...and we go riding about big hill upwards with Portishead "3" playing in the background...asks me: "are you married?"...tell her no, "I'm self-spoiled"...yet she doesn't believe me, so I show her the finger where the ring should be ...asks me if what I'm doing tonight, so I make up some excuse about how I need to be getting to bed real soon...tells me "lets get a drink"...I respond: "no--gots to get up early, around five for an interview"...
...two minutes later...she asks me: "what's your name?"...I answer "Blake"...she tells me she's Teressa....we shake hands...she proceeds in asking me: "you don't like me much, do you?"...and so I tell her that I don't really know her, so can't have a opinion...
...one minute later...she asks me for my name again...I say Wayne...she tells me her name is Teressa...she slurs some words and I act like I understand...we drive further up the hill that never ends while her cigarette never tends to go out...she attempts again to get us moving at some unknown bar while I make up more excuses...
...two minutes later she asks me my name, I tell her "Bart"...wants to invite me into her place...so I have to make up something else...
...around 30 seconds we arrive in her parking lot, and I am now "Mike"...she is still Teressa...invites me in for a drink....I am suddenly the parking-lot...she is still Teressa...she asks me my name again and I tell her that I didn't know...I leave her off in the parking lot...
...10 minutes later...I am twenty dollars short and have sympathy for the drunks!