Knock On Wood
My refusal to pay for parking has put me in dicey situations previously, but last night was particularly perilous. I was initially grateful for the strobe-style lighting effect provided by a brilliant lightning storm. Five minutes into a hike through Swope Park I realized my predicament. My pockets full of electronic devices, keys and coins, I was standing in the middle of a vast, tree-less field. I guess God isn't done with me yet.
2 Comments:
At 5:15 PM, Ruralgurl said…
Usually my refusal to pony up for parking results in angry passengers. Wussies! Hey, I can't help it if the shortest route to the club is through the darkest, needle-strewn alley. Besides, that guy will finish urinating by the time we get to the other end anyway. Grow some and get walkin'!
At 8:37 AM, Happy In Bag said…
Ha ha! Lately I've noticed that many public urinaters don't even bother to hide behind a tree or a dumpster. Classy...
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