There Ought to be a Marta Book Club
The cops found my car. It’s now getting its steering column fixed.
Riding the train home Friday there was this woman. Her skirt tight but knee-length, her blouse red but with more cotton than silk, her heels elevated but walkable. Provocative attire but presentable enough to wear in a casual office like for intown real estate or entertainment law. Sort of business slutty. And in her hand a paperback copy of Tropic of Cancer. She's a reader. And/or Seinfeld fan.
I'll be taking the train more often.
posted by Brian Bannon @ 11:31 AM
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2 Comments:
Awww, shit dude!
That's awesome!
Same thing happened to my car years ago. Except it was stolen from an upscale buckhead restaurant parking lot. 3 times.
3 ins. claims for steering columns.
The cops were chasing it, then gave up when the perps drove it into the woods. Good to know.
They found it abandoned. They stole my bootleg Little Feat cassette tapes, but left a Too Short one. Thanks a lot, assholes.
My "Complete Stephen Foster Songbook" cassettes remain untouched.
As have I since buying the "Complete Stephen Foster Songbook."
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