May 17, 2006
Two True Stories from the Coffee Shop that Reveal the Death of Irony
The women smile at the pregnant woman, even when she’s not looking at them. A woman with big tits comes in, and all the men smile, even though she doesn’t look at any of them. A man at a table next to me waves to catch my attention, then nods at the tits. “Oh baby,” he says.
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Big guy next to me fills the over-stuffed chair. Spills over it. Makes it pop and creak when he shifts. He’s wearing a thin, V-neck T-shirt. Under it is a shoulder holster that holds a small automatic pistol. He looks at me until I look up. “We’ve got to get control of our borders,” he says.
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Yikes! This isn’t the St*rbuck’s around the corner, is it? If so, maybe we better meet at B*rder’s next time!
The world is a good writer.
Ever the observant eye of the human condition!
i like boobs.