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August 1, 2005
Twanny twouble
After lunch at Cosí on Saturday, Karen and I went to Jembro, the Neiman-Marcus of dollar stores. I needed to pick up a couple of $1.29 curtain rods. I think Karen was there just because she likes it.
We were on our way out when two black tranny hookers who I occasionally see cruising 12th St. walked in. One of them was so tall her hair scraped the ceiling tiles, the other one was shorter and squatter but she also had some notable features. Her exposed breasts were so inflated that they completely covered her body from neck to waist. The sight of even one of these creatures at a time would be shocking even to me. Together they were dizzying.
I somehow managed to stop staring and turned to Karen. She was examining some crap priceless treasure on the wall. I whispered to her that she had to turn around right away and look at them. She did. Immediately. Oops.
“I saw that!” the tall one shouted. “You whispered to her to turn around and look. You’re making fun of my friend!” I stared, speechless. I imagined those huge tits coming to life, reaching across the room like two fat anacondas and crushing me. I started to move towards the door. Karen, bless her heart, tried to defuse the situation with humor. “Maybe he though she was pretty.” It didn’t work. As hard as it was, I didn’t dare laugh, either. Instead I did my best to make things worse. “ Well, If you don’t want people to look at them, put them away.” “WHAT!?!?” We kept moving towards the door. A barrage of comments about my height followed.
The tall tranny kept screaming at us as we made it to the front door. We were followed by a woman wearing a t-shirt that said “GIANT ARTICHOKE, CLARKESTON” with, of course, a picture of an artichoke on it. I said “Great t-shirt” and she replied, “You in trouble!” and laughed. She could laugh; she wasn’t the one in trouble! We gathered our belongings and ran out into the street.
Cecilio used to tell me someone was going to kill me someday because of my mouth and he would do nothing to save me. (No mystery why he’s my ex, eh?) He was probably right. I’m sure this would have been a freakish enough end to satisfy even him!
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