I took the bus to and from The Promised Land yesterday. One of my best friends got engaged this week (Congrats, Rach!), and I'd gone to meet her new fiance. I brought them a celebratory cake, which meant I had a huge cake-taker with me on the bus.
After a fun evening of making sushi and hanging out, I caught the bus back to NYC. It was late. It was a Saturday night. And when I got on the bus and a bunch of guys at the back of the bus yelled, "CAAAAAAAKE," I should have known it would be an interesting ride.
Turns out, the guys had had a bit too much to drink. And they decided that this bus ride would be the perfect opportunity to educate each other-- and the rest of us unsuspecting passengers-- about what to look for in a woman.
"All I know," one guy announced loudly, "is that any girl whose name starts with an A is crazy. I've never, never met a girl whose name starts with A who wasn't insane. In fact," he declared even more loudly, "when I have a daughter, I'm going to name her something that starts with a Z because it's as far as you can get from A."
I thought about going back and introducing myself. But I was afraid I might just prove his point....
Lol! I'd think you were a bit crazy after that.
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ReplyDeletehappy to have contributed to the adventure in some way ;-) love that you braved bus and drunken boys to see me, meet the boy and gift us with cake. girls whose names start with A are actually quite spectacular!
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