Last night I saw Santa Claus. He was on Arcade in St. Paul, wearing biker leathers in front of the lingere shop. He probably has to butter up Mrs. Claus with something nice before he's at the office too much during toy production season.
And as I was leaving work yesterday, a car stopped to let a woman walk across the cross walk from the central front area to the first parking lot. I'm very generous with waiting for people to reach the cross walk, but this guy seemed to be overly generous, stopping a good 50-60 feet before she got to the crossing. As she crossed I realized he wasn't being nice, he just wanted a nice, long, lingering look at her butt.
2 comments:
Yeah, well, it was a fine butt.
Hey, I wasn't there at that time of day!
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