THE FOLLOWING THINGS HAPPENED:
We go to Hudson's with a few friends, and decide to go outside to get some air. We're standing on the street corner and Heather says she's cold, so I do my maternal duty: put my arms around her and rub her back to warm her up.
Its what friends do, okay!
As we're standing there, our friend Derrick lets us know that the cab driver situated right beside us is watching our tender moment, creepily.
Never passing up a chance to weird people out, I keep rubbing Heather's back.
Then I lock eyes with the cab driver
and start mime-spanking Heather and nodding to him.
Heather clues in and plays along.
Cab promptly drove away. Some people can't take the heat.
TALE NUMBER 2!
We are taking a cab home after a delightful night of dancing, and the driver is playing top 40 songs on the radio.
Now I'm not the biggest top 40 fan in the world, but sometimes you can't fight the beat.
Sometimes you can't BEAT UP THAT BEAT, am I right?
ANYWAY OKAY.
So we're taking the cab home and the driver cranks the music for us, as we sing Katy Perry songs in the back seat. Some new song comes on that I apparently love and I'm pullin' out my best still-sitting-in-the-backseat dance moves.
As we pull up to the next stop light, the driver turns around and asks me if I'd like to get out of the car, to dance on the street instead of in his cab.
I mean, a girl's gotta have some freedom of movement, right?
Dejected, I said no, I was good, and toned down my raising of the roof.
Can't stop the party!
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3 comments:
WAY TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE WE'RE HOOKERS.
I debated whether to include the fact you stuck out your bum, but I thought you'd feel left out if I didn't hahah
I meant the part about us standing on a street corner...
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