On July 7th, I went to jail for the first time. Luckily, the cops monitoring the facility didn't hold me overnight for the grievous activity of impersonating a tourist.
Then I went to Primanti Brothers on July 24th. Maybe it was the hot sauce I slathered over my French fry sandwich? Or maybe I am, in my heart, a cheap, no-good jerk. Anyway, when I finished dining, I simply stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
I got a block away and inside a Starbucks (where I was planning to steal a restroom key attached to a giant, pink spoon) when I got a weird feeling.
I turned to my accomplice, I mean, dinner companion and said, "Did we pay for our food?"
We began to laugh maniacally. But, not wanting to end up like this senior ex-con, we walked back and confessed. I coughed up fifteen dollars and the Primanti Brothers establishment graciously declined to make any kind of a big deal about our attempted robbery. So we walked back into the evening air as free young women.
You may ask how I feel after my botched sandwich capper. I have two words to describe my feelings on this occasion: Really Stupid.
Hahahhahaa....that is hysterical. I actually laughed out loud.
Posted by: Shevonne | July 28, 2008 at 09:58 AM
Shevonne,
"Waves." It's amazing how funny stupidity can be when you don't end up in jail.
Posted by: Melody Platz | July 28, 2008 at 10:18 AM