(This was after I gave 2 dollars to a "residentially challenged" man who specifically mentioned wanting a slice.)
Residentially challenged, his words, not mine, quite the suave hobo.
Now I understand its a long weekend, and I also understand that my last few blogs here have included the label of "drinking" (which will be used here again, BUT I WAS SOBER TONIGHT, OKAY?) but there is a point in everyone's quest for inebriation, where they should make the decision to just go home, as opposed to picking up a woman approx. 20 years their senior, and taking her to a dingy pizza place for a romantic bite to eat at 2 AM.
SCENE:
Man, bald by choice it would seem, I'll put him at 24.
Woman, unfortunate looking by most standards, 37?
They're waiting in line for some pizza goodness, and I notice the guy has his hand down the back of the woman's pants.
We're talking just first knuckle depth here, I can let it slide.
HOWEVER
This soon progresses into her grinding her ass into his crotch, and Mr Bald 24 starts slapping her crotch, like if he was ridin' dah bronco, but.. just not properly.
So while she's giggling and grinding, and he's Slappin' dah tang (appropriately coined by Kenny) he turns, looks at me, and nods.
Its all about the multi-tasking. Why settle for one woman in a pizza place when you could possibly CHARM TWO OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME?
He ordered 2 slices of pepperoni pizza.
The LAST 2 slices,
and dropped them
on
the
ground.
Consequently, we had hawaiian, one slice each.
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