Saturday, March 01, 2008

Road signs.

I got hit on the other day. In the car. He asked for my phone number.

Like, at a stoplight?

No, on the freeway. Well, he didn't ask for my phone number so much as hold his hand up to his ear like he was pretending to talk on the phone, and waggle his eyebrows. I think of that as asking for my phone number.

...Or he was being held at gunpoint and he was asking you to call the cops.

I prefer to think I got hit on.

Sure. Rather than, "I just killed a man."

1 comment:

Leah said...

You know, the one time I got rear-ended, the guy hit on me too. What it is about car accidents that makes guys think it could be a "met cute" moment?