People Are People
The sudden success of our fair city's basketball team has brought a recent flood of media and tourist types to the city. Something I hadn't quite noticed until this evening, traversing my usual after work route to the bus stop.
More lovely ladies in fashionable spring frocks stumbling along the city blocks, from club to club, loudly exclaiming and explaining (in between lip gloss applications) that they are "on the list".
Even more muscle clad meat heads clinging to the waify waists of aforementioned ladies, grunting and bellowing the usual mating calls and wolf whistles at any and every passer by of the female persuasion.
They aren't all bad, though.
One Croc clad gentleman offered me a ride on his motorcycle.
I would have accepted, had I not found his choice in footwear to be rather frightening.
More lovely ladies in fashionable spring frocks stumbling along the city blocks, from club to club, loudly exclaiming and explaining (in between lip gloss applications) that they are "on the list".
Even more muscle clad meat heads clinging to the waify waists of aforementioned ladies, grunting and bellowing the usual mating calls and wolf whistles at any and every passer by of the female persuasion.
They aren't all bad, though.
One Croc clad gentleman offered me a ride on his motorcycle.
I would have accepted, had I not found his choice in footwear to be rather frightening.
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