So, I am at a red light this morning on my way to the gig and a white work van pulls up next to me with two men inside:
Driver: "Pssst...Pssst." (Trying to get my attention)
Me: "Can I help you?" (Highly annoyed).
Driver: "I want to f@ck you."
Me: "Won't your boyfriend sitting next to you get jealous or is he the type that likes to watch?"
A few seconds of silence, then:
Driver: (Blank stare because I am obviously crazy) "Where you from?"
Me: "I am from a small town called "Fresh off a muther______'s ass and you hoes are making me homesick."
The light turns green and I pull off leaving the jackholes there to feel the burn.
In the end:
I am happy I was raised in Joliet and I watched the late, great Robin Harris' stand-up at some point in my life. Otherwise, I likely would have cried through three green lights wondering how people can be such perverts.
I imagine those guys are likely still trying to figure out where "Fresh off a muther_____'s ass is.
I relish in that thought.
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