growing urge to dress in a trenchcoat with aviator sunglasses and walk into a small restaurant and go up to the counter and take the glasses off, raise my eyebrows and look around a little, then in a calm, raspy voice, say, 'what THE FUCK time do you guys close here?' then after someone answers, nod a little and put my sunglasses back on and walk out.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...