Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Taking In a Game


As intimated, was following the DBacks through the seventh inning last Sunday on the net via the box score when I found it necessary to see it live; maybe they'd pull one off, finally.

The patio was packed, a barbecue fixin' up and had myself a tequila. Water back; we drive. A fellow commences to size me up and locks his load when I engage him banterly off the skids.

"Have yourself a good stare." didn't report, rather told him about a crack in a Bloomingdale's stall. A creep who'd come every Thursday and peruse beyond the Wamsutta's to my utter bewilderment and disgust. He followed me into the lavatory and peeped while I pooped. Sweet sixteen and already knew exactly how to handle them. So you pull an amazin', right?

Went to a co-worker in towels and told him to tell the predatory peepster that my girlfriend was a Mafia princess. Never saw him again. Saw plenty of women, myself . . . dainty or otherwise.

Kudos thither and thanks for the memories.

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