LA. The City of Angels. But last week I left these two angels on their own and met some friends out for dinner.
It took a while for us to figure out who she was, but we did.
Then, on the way back to the car, a guy walking towards me started yelling, “You scared! You so scared! I can see it!”
I was busy trying to eat a cobbler that my friend had given me for Paul, with my fingers, out of a tupperware container, while holding a bag of leftovers and walking down the sidewalk (yes, that is as classy as it sounds), so at first I didn’t notice. Then I realized that he was yelling it at me. I looked up mid-cobbler bite.
“Yeah, you!! Girl, I see how scared you are! I see it in your eyes! But nah. Nah nah nah, don’t worry. You too poor for me, baby.”
Uh…thanks? F you?