Friday, June 22, 2007

Foxy Lady

Eryn and I were picking up steaks after going to Surf's Up, and as I got out of the car, I noticed that the beat up junker next to us had a bright seat cover, so I read it, and applied the appropriate voice..."Fox-y!"

Of course I hadn't taken the time to look around before I said it, so I didn't notice the soccer mom getting into the car not so far away. She looked at herself, then looked at me quizzically, and I put the car between me and her so I didn't have to make eye contact. Here's hoping she was flattered and not offended by the cat-calling, middle-aged man with the four year old.

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