Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

We were leaving the mall on Saturday.

As we're walking through the parking lot, I look up to see a big, old (rusty) SUV slowly driving by. In the passenger seat is a somewhat hefty woman in her twenties with dark, stringy, curly hair, smoking a six-inch long green cigarette.

Listening to Cher.

No, of course I'm not making this up. My imagination does not include Cher.

Fortunately, the SUV turned into a parking place just in front of us, so I was able to see the driver: a man in his twenties with dirty blonde hair, smoking a six-inch long red cigarette.

I think she's found her man.

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