code name: coquette-a-tron!
1 a.m. on the 6 train and I'm delirious with exhaustion. The train is pulling up to my stop when a tall, young black guy with a nice smile asks me about my enormous eyelashes.
"They're not real," I say.
"I know," he says. "Are you a supermodel in the day or something?"
"No," I say -- and then the delirium starts talking -- "I'm a superhero. I flutter my eyelashes and evildoers flee!"
And then I got off the 6 train, and faithfully reported this occurrence back to you.
"They're not real," I say.
"I know," he says. "Are you a supermodel in the day or something?"
"No," I say -- and then the delirium starts talking -- "I'm a superhero. I flutter my eyelashes and evildoers flee!"
And then I got off the 6 train, and faithfully reported this occurrence back to you.
posted by JenIsFamous at 2/03/2006 01:33:00 AM
2 Comments:
Ah, who can resist the strange occurences in the big city ;)
Brilliant.
This would be even better in Birmingham. Because someone would believe you...
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