this morning, as i got out of the car, the parking security guard let out a nice, loud whistle of the cat call variety. aaron was dropping me off today because i am getting "some work" done on my car, so i was both embarrassed and flattered as i kissed him goodbye.
but hey, i am wearing a skirt today and hey, thanks for noticing my sculpted calves, yo.
as i approached the security desk to check in (i was at the client's studio lot today), the guard made a big deal of saying HEY THAT WHISTLE WAS NOT FOR YOU! IT WAS FOR THAT GUY ACROSS THE STREET.
and i was like, oh. and inside, i died a little.
i mean, THE GUY ACROSS THE STREET? the hell?
and then i thought, "DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT???"
but i didn't SAY it, or anything.
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3 comments:
Embarrassing and funny at the same time.
why not just let you keep thinking it was for you? I don't get his reasoning on that but hey it was very funny and Blogworthy:)
Although I have to say that my day topped yours in terms of embarassement...if you see my BLOG you'll see what I mean.
Well, I just let out a cat whistle for you back here in MN to make up for that...Hai
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