Lady and the Can
By Augusto R. Gonzalez
On Friday September 11th of this year, possibly the weirdest thing happened. I was at the Division Ale House celebrating the birthdays of a couple of coworkers Matt & Ray; we had a few drinks and shot the shit. About an hour in I went to the bathroom, while going a lady came in, she had short brunette hair and wore jeans with a red shirt. She apologizes for coming in without knocking and tell her its ok, after a little more small-talk I realize hey, shes checkin me out while I piss. Ironically I was flattered and even thought of asking if shed go for anything, instead I finished and got out. Later on I saw her at the bar with some guy who reminded me of a teacher I had at Wright and had me thinkin of a bunch of off-the-wall stuff. Although flattering Ive come to this solution: youre in the can to empty your tank and get the hell out.
Thanks for your time and have a bitchin day!
By Augusto R. Gonzalez
On Friday September 11th of this year, possibly the weirdest thing happened. I was at the Division Ale House celebrating the birthdays of a couple of coworkers Matt & Ray; we had a few drinks and shot the shit. About an hour in I went to the bathroom, while going a lady came in, she had short brunette hair and wore jeans with a red shirt. She apologizes for coming in without knocking and tell her its ok, after a little more small-talk I realize hey, shes checkin me out while I piss. Ironically I was flattered and even thought of asking if shed go for anything, instead I finished and got out. Later on I saw her at the bar with some guy who reminded me of a teacher I had at Wright and had me thinkin of a bunch of off-the-wall stuff. Although flattering Ive come to this solution: youre in the can to empty your tank and get the hell out.
Thanks for your time and have a bitchin day!
sofia:
thats a very big compliment, thank you !