I hit a bar in Federal Way with a neighbor last night–now, in general, I don’t consider myself to be an unattractive person, but HOT DAMN, the Quasimodoesque people skulking around that place made us look like supermodels by comparison. After we ordered our drinks, they swarmed around us like moths trying to embrace twin suns. I spent most of my time fending off an aggressive, one-eyed man. You’d best believe that when she and I finished our one drink, we got the HELL out of there. No time to tarry!
You’d think that feeling attractive might make a lady feel good about herself, and in that assumption, you would be wrong. Occasionally, it makes a lady want to scrub her skin with a Brillo pad.
Is it wrong that the image of this made me laugh? If so, I don’t want to be right.
If no one’s laughing at my pain, it was pain wasted. 😀
And to think, it’s only the outer reaches of hell itself. “Tacoma Lite”, if you will.
If you think the upstairs neighbours are hideous now, just wait until your Tacoma neighbours will be doing it. The one-eyed guy will be all “Aye, Aye, Aye…AYE! AYE! AYE! ARRRRRRRRRRR!”
The only difference is that when ugly NEXT DOOR neighbors bang, they won’t be knocking down light-fixtures in MY home.