Thursday night, Justin and I were grabbing dinner at our favorite local hang out, Kirbey Lane (south), and there was a bit of a wait. So it was a lovely night and we sat outside with a few other people waiting to be seated.
From nowhere (and keep in mind this is Lamar, a.k.a. crazy people street), this skank nasty guy comes walking up (with no intention of eating at KL). By skank nasty, I mean, tight black jeans, white shirt with only two buttons, and greasy hair. Think Grease but fuglier.
So, he tries to bum a cigarette off of people, but no one around us smokes. He looks around, grabs a used cigarette off the ground and lights it, walking off to the gas station next door.
Okay, so first, gross. Are you that nasty that you are willing to put a cigarette in your mouth that could have belonged to an equally skank-nasty person????
Second, um, you aren't supposed to smoke around a gas station, idiot. Especially that close to the pumps.
That was so nasty, that six days later, I still get the shivers thinking about it. Yuck.
2 comments:
hmm.... you seem to be fascinated by addictions lately... is there something you aren't telling us?! ;)
hehe... just fascinated with how individuals get addicted to stuff... i.e. food, like I am!
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