So we are sitting in Freakchef's car in a parking lot at Hastings and Gore listening to a punk show on the radio. We are parked beside a cop car.
The cops comes out of the building they were in and walk to their car. The older one with a big gray mustache makes a gesture at us and Freakchef turns down the punk show to hear what he has to say.
"You hardly look suspicious at all," he said to us.
"uuh thank you," we say.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asks in an authority voice.
"Waiting for someone inside," we say gesturing to church in front of us.
"One of the working girls...?" he asks his voice trailing off.
"Ummmm.. one of the volunteers."
He laughs like he doesn't believe us and then he gets into his black and white and drives off.
Freakchef rolls up his window and then explodes with.... "HE THINKS WE'RE PIMPS!!!"
Laughing ensues. Then back to the punk show.
The cops comes out of the building they were in and walk to their car. The older one with a big gray mustache makes a gesture at us and Freakchef turns down the punk show to hear what he has to say.
"You hardly look suspicious at all," he said to us.
"uuh thank you," we say.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asks in an authority voice.
"Waiting for someone inside," we say gesturing to church in front of us.
"One of the working girls...?" he asks his voice trailing off.
"Ummmm.. one of the volunteers."
He laughs like he doesn't believe us and then he gets into his black and white and drives off.
Freakchef rolls up his window and then explodes with.... "HE THINKS WE'RE PIMPS!!!"
Laughing ensues. Then back to the punk show.
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lisa_why:
Thanks for the thought...I've got my finger on a couple of pulses at the moment, so hopefully something will pan out.
niamh:
Yep, Vancouver.