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Friday, October 16, 2009


No, no. Please... (gag) Stop it, please. -or- Sibling rivalry

Picked up a chick. She was going to the bar but needed to stop and pick up a friend on the way. We got to his apartment building and she telephoned him to come down.

And we waited.

And waited. She called again. He said he'd be right down.

And we waited.

And we waited. She called again. He said he was coming down right now.

And we waited.

"So who is this guy we are waiting for."

"He's my brother-in-law, and if he doesn't hurry I'm going without him."

And we waited.

She called again and told him we were leaving in two seconds.

"Must be a pretty good brother-in-law to wait this long for him."

"No, I really don't like the guy, but if I leave him I'll just piss off my sister."

"Should we just go?"

"No, I'll wait for him."

When the dude finally got into the cab and we left the apartment building the two shared a passionate kiss and started mashing out in the back seat. I mean like teenagers in the backseat of a Chevy. They were going at it hot and heavy. Buttons were coming undone.

I caught bits of conversation. Apparently the wife thought he was going to the store to pick up more beer.

So much for not wanting to piss off her sister.

Nice story. Sure, we get lied to but then people let slip some pretty heavy secrets. Many times I'v heard from the back seat.
"What about him?"
"He's just a cabdriver."
What does she do with guys she doesn't hate?
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