So last night I was on call at work. I got called in because a poker table went down (hint, if a computer loses network connectivity, pulling really hard on the network cable isn’t the best idea, you might not like the results).
Anyway, after fixing the network cable fiasco, I left. I decided that, since it was my Friday, I’d stop in another casino that was on the way home and play a bit of video poker.
I went in and blew through 20 bucks rather quickly and headed home. As I was walking out a rather nice looking woman stopped me.
‘Excuse me’ said the woman. She was wearing jeans and a blue chambray shirt.
‘Yes’, said I. 'Cause I’m kinda dumb about certain things*.
'Where ya going? 'Asked the nice lady.
‘Home’. Says I.
‘Can I come with you?’ said the woman.
‘I don’t think my girlfriend would like that too much’.
Then I headed out to my car.
'T’was an odd thing. For a minute my ego got a bit larger, it’s been a while since I’ve been hit upon. Then I remembered that I was leaving hooker alley and it all became clear, though she didn’t look much like the other hookers in the area. This section of town tends to be the area where the old hookers go to die. This woman was not dressed in the usual hooker garb which tends to be extremely tight skirts and tops no matter how badly they look. Also, she was quite young for the area (probably mid 20’s) and looked, in general, more like a tourist.
On the way home I had the urge to go back.
No, not for that silly.
I really wanted to go back and find out if she was, in fact, a hooker. My ego would like it a bit more if she wasn’t.
*I am sort of dumb about certain things. If I was walking around and Michael Myers stopped me and started up a conversation I’d probably chat with him for a minute before thinking ‘Hey, dumbshit, he’s got a knife and is covered in blood. Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped.’