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Hot minivan driver Me: Riding my bicycle loaded down through an eight hour shift in customer service network hell & two heavy back packs.
You: Blowing a red light heading forty with only your parks lights on at three every day.
When I motioned that your choice of dating chat in Casa Grande lights were out after dodging your soccer mom mobile on the turning lane, your obese his conversation screamed obscenities out the eye-port. I only caught "mother" & "faggot" but there were probably a few more gems I failed to register into my state of bewildered disbelief.
Girlfriend, I was being safety-conscious & professional and polite. Driving haphazardly through downtown once the bars close without headlights isn't just dangerous but foolish. Cops be aware that drunks often forget to pull that first turn on the dash after a long nights boozing & usually take complete advantage.
You looked old & worn coming from a life spent beside a gargantuan troglodyte. May It is suggested dinner, vino, & some jazz records at my place? I'll even hit a few out of your park for you since they may be likely your man hasn't had time to find his pecker in decades.
Just kidding around. I hope they sterilize the two of you.

















