Overheard at the Pump
Why girls should never go to the gas station by themselves late at night.
Man in BMW: Hey, that's a nice car. What kind is it?
GPG: Thanks. It's a Scion tC.
BMW: Ah, nice. Are you Egyptian?
GPG: *laughs* No.
BMW: Really?
GPG: Yeah, but my dad's Puerto Rican. He gets that a lot.
BMW: Yeah, very pretty. Are you married?
GPG: God, no.
BMW: Any kids? [Why do they always ask this???]
GPG: No!
BMW: What do you do?
GPG: I work with lawyers.
BMW: Oh! Maybe you can help me with this trust I have?
GPG: Uh no. Call a probate lawyer?
BMW: What's a probate lawyer?
GPG: Look it up in the phone book.
BMW: All I see is "attorney-at-law."
GPG: Well call one of them.
I was just minding my own business. I swear.
Happy belated birthday to the Princess' Rockstar. This is what I get for being the first to leave the party.
4 comments:
You're part Puerto Rican?!?! Damn, and to think all these years I thought you were Egyptian.
Seriously though, watch out. That is how my wife and I met.
Me: "Are you Egyptian?"
My Battle-Axe-to-be: "Are you fucking stupid? I'm Scottish."
And it's been love every since.
When we were 13 I was Egyptian for a few months. That didn't work out so well, so I went back to being a Mexi-rican.
Glad you married a girl with a mouth like a sailor. ;)
Next time a guy asks "Any kids?", just step back, run your hands down your body and answer, "Does this body look like I have kids?", then smile :)
Oh Jack...wouldn't want to encourage the crazies!
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