Garbage Bag Lady Meets Garbage Man
garbage bag lady’s response...
He was hot. In a sweaty way. Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago. “Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French plait. His muddy eyes widened, mouth flapping semi seductively, trying to formulate an answer. I tipped the appletini onto my plastic covered lap, hooking my ankles together to avoid spillage in one practiced move.”The mug was dir...
