Apr 12, 2016
Another short story from my Noel filled weekend (there's no way to avoid that sounding dirty).
While standing in line, chatting with Old Gregg (I mean Lola :P ), a group of construction workers pass. One says "Nice dress", and continues on. A minute later another group passes and one guy stops and looks me up and down, then asks "Is that real?", I look confused. I respond, "Is my dress real? Yes, this is a real dress". Like, seriously, what kind of a question is that? He just looks me up and down again and goes "Nice" and walks off.
It was seriously weird.
That dude is one of the reasons I was not about to walk two miles to the theater from my free parking. I paid out the arse for parking so I could deal with less street folk.
