Hot Cars
Twice a year, D city collects hazardous and electronic waste for proper disposal. This year, I had an old monitor and an old printer to get rid of. And my buddy asked if I could get rid of some tiki torch fuel for him as well, no questions asked. Sure, why not?
So I pile my stuff into the car, pick up his thing of fuel, and head out to the parking lot of CB Amphitheater where collection is to take place.
As I'm sitting in the line of cars waiting for happy volunteers to take my stuff, I see a guy sitting on a grass median next to my car. He's gleefully playing with a laptop computer. Looks up at me. "Hey! I don't s'pose you have a laptop you're getting rid of, do you?"
Sorry.
"That's ok. I just picked this one up. Looks like it works!" A friend had told me about the computer scavengers. I love that. Reuse is even better than recycle.
I also notice two young ladies, volunteers, spraying each other with water from water bottles (it's a hot, sunny day). Attractive young lady volunteers. Wow. I'm hoping I'll be put into their line, but fate puts me into another. As I'm sitting waiting for my turn. Suddenly someone rushes up to my driver-side window, practically sticks her head in the car, and exclaims, "WOW! What year is this car??!!"
It's one of the two young ladies, and I now can see that she's gorgeous. Mediterranean-looking. Yowzah. I'm stunned.
Unhhh, it's an 87. Brain not quite in gear.
"Where did you GET it???!!!"
Wl, unh, I, um, bought it from a buddy of mine a few years back!
"I used to have one of these, and I LOVED it!!! These are AWESOME cars!" And before I can think of anything to say to continue the conversation, to ask her out, to ask her hand in holy, holy matrimony (for she clearly is likeminded and appreciates my exquisite (and exquisitely unique) taste in vehicles), she runs off. Presumably back to her water-squirting friend to tickle the fantasies of others.
The other volunteers take my electronics and fuel, and I drive off, wondering if there was anything I really could have done differently (you know, for the next time a beautiful woman runs up to me and tells me how much she LOVES my 87 Honda Accord). I haven't yet come up with anything. If you have any ideas, lemme know.
So I pile my stuff into the car, pick up his thing of fuel, and head out to the parking lot of CB Amphitheater where collection is to take place.
As I'm sitting in the line of cars waiting for happy volunteers to take my stuff, I see a guy sitting on a grass median next to my car. He's gleefully playing with a laptop computer. Looks up at me. "Hey! I don't s'pose you have a laptop you're getting rid of, do you?"
Sorry.
"That's ok. I just picked this one up. Looks like it works!" A friend had told me about the computer scavengers. I love that. Reuse is even better than recycle.
I also notice two young ladies, volunteers, spraying each other with water from water bottles (it's a hot, sunny day). Attractive young lady volunteers. Wow. I'm hoping I'll be put into their line, but fate puts me into another. As I'm sitting waiting for my turn. Suddenly someone rushes up to my driver-side window, practically sticks her head in the car, and exclaims, "WOW! What year is this car??!!"
It's one of the two young ladies, and I now can see that she's gorgeous. Mediterranean-looking. Yowzah. I'm stunned.
Unhhh, it's an 87. Brain not quite in gear.
"Where did you GET it???!!!"
Wl, unh, I, um, bought it from a buddy of mine a few years back!
"I used to have one of these, and I LOVED it!!! These are AWESOME cars!" And before I can think of anything to say to continue the conversation, to ask her out, to ask her hand in holy, holy matrimony (for she clearly is likeminded and appreciates my exquisite (and exquisitely unique) taste in vehicles), she runs off. Presumably back to her water-squirting friend to tickle the fantasies of others.
The other volunteers take my electronics and fuel, and I drive off, wondering if there was anything I really could have done differently (you know, for the next time a beautiful woman runs up to me and tells me how much she LOVES my 87 Honda Accord). I haven't yet come up with anything. If you have any ideas, lemme know.
posted by Takeout Lawyer at 1:48 PM
1 Comments:
The B is indeed a phenomenon. Oh, woe!
Next time, when you see a doe-eyed sylph approach, gun the engine, which will force her to dip her head towards you to be heard. Then, insert your index and middle finger in her nostrils in order to hold her head in place for inspection. Finally, proceed according to the dictates of decency.
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