So. Imagine that you have had a day where you went six sad hours between your first and second cups of coffee, managed to flash some thigh at the coffee shop because your new skirt is all stupid and static-y, spent the whole day wandering through the world on tall, wobbly shoes and then managed to get splashed with icky road-water on your walk home. In an alley. Which means it was really icky alley-water. Behind a frat house. Which makes it that much more icky.
And the car was going just under 800 miles an hour down this alley that I need to walk in because my sidewalk is currently blocked off due to construction of a 400-story-tall skyscraper apartment complex. It could be I've exaggerated some points of this paragraph.
As I got icky alley-water splashed all on me, I made hand gestures that implied things. Things like, "ARGH!" and "WHY ARE YOU DRIVING 800 MILES AN HOUR DOWN AN ALLEY? There are TWO perfectly good streets about 100 feet in either direction!" and "I'm precariously balanced on these tall, wobbly shoes or else I'd chuck my lunch bag at you, jerk!"
Having watched my share of Law & Order, I noted the car and its license plate number. So. If I find a black car with Colorado license plates, they'd better look out. Because it turns out I'm a real person with a short attention span and not someone who is a good witness after getting splashed. I remember the car is black and has Colorado license plates. Very helpful. I'm fine, my new skirt will be fine, and I should have totally chucked my squishy lunch bag at that car. That would have been awesome.
Moral of today's story: I could probably get free coffee with strategic skirt static. Or a lot more embarrassment.
An Erinku (like hopscotch, but not):
My shoes
aren't that tall and wobbly.
That would be me,
still new to having feet.
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