Day 5

Day 5

There was a pretty bad storm the night before, and lots of traffic lights are out. It still looks like it might rain at any moment, which means there is a lot of dicking off and working from my car today. I talked to a bum at the gas station, who tried to help me find an address. He tried to do the Cool Black Guy Handshake with me, but I ruined it. We instead did a fist bump to compromise.

I was approaching a house whose address was unclear to me, and just as I was about to walk to the door, I noticed someone in the car parked out front. It was a young woman who was wearing the smallest pair of shorts I think I've ever seen. It was hard not to notice because she was hanging ass-out of the car, digging around in the floorboard looking for something. I asked her if she knew the address, and she told me she didn't live there, but would ask her friend, the owner. She bounced inside, and I walked up to the door, which was opened shortly by another young lady who was wearing an even smaller pair of shorts, or possibly underwear, and a t-shirt. She was very chirpy and friendly. Perhaps I interrupted some kind of bra-and-panty-ticklefight between the two friends? Regardless, I began mentally composing my Penthouse letter, but alas, it was all for naught. She gave me the information I needed, and I moved on along down the line. Next time!