I was at a nightclub, the band was loud and some guy walked over to me and started a conversation. We began talking about fabrics, in particular, how fleece is made from recycled plastics, and the soft feel of velour.
We had not been talking long, when he looked at me and asked, “Are you a whore?”
I thought, what a jerk and in disgust, made a fist and slugged him in his upper chest, just hard enough to knock him back a step. He grumbled something, turned and walked away.
Several days later, I told the story about the creepy guy to my siblings. After listening, my brother asked, “Are you sure he didn’t ask, “Are you wearing velour?”
I wonder?
City girls are tough.
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Jenny! I'll bet your brother was right! LOL - that one cleared my sinuses; thank you.
ReplyDeleteHahaha. You kill me! Hilarious!!
ReplyDeleteOMFG Jenny... You are too funny!
ReplyDeleteWell... were you wearing velour?
ReplyDeletei just laughed my azzzzzzzzzzz off! hahahahahhahaah thanks. i needed that.
ReplyDeleteI need to rewrite some stories in which I am nice to total assholes. I've had men offer money to the man I'm sitting with for my services for the night. Why didn't I at least slap the guy? I was amazed by the amount of money he offered.
ReplyDeleteI think your brother was wrong.
I remember this story when it happened. If I remember right, you were wearing velour. I've told this story to so many people and they enjoy it too.
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