Thursday
Rose
An hour after our conversation last night I found myself face to face with a six foot tall plastic pig. He was dressed in an apron, wearing a chef's hat, had his hoof on his hip and he was smiling seductively. Restaurant supply, I have found, is the most reliable place to start any search, But it occurred to me that before I commit a felony, get arrested and have to spend the better half of a day in jail for defacing public property outside Working Class, I should at least take you to dinner, a last meal if you will....You're wonderfully interesting; you talk a lot but that's all right because your smile is worth it. Besides being beautiful, I like your name.
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