I found out someone I work with today has awesome taste in old school goth/punk/industrial bands, and while we were talking about nonsense, he told me about a conversation he had with another person I work with he had the other day. I was very entertained.
“someone here was like “was that dude wearing a skirt?”
and i was like “yeah, his butt looks kinda big in it, huh?”
“and then i was like “have you ever seen what the girls he hangs out with look like?”
“and they were like “no….”
and i’m like “you’d be wearing one too.”
Adventures in driving a hearse #213
So I was driving to work this morning and I was in the middle of a phone call when I pulled up to a red light. It was at this point in the conversation where I half-said, half-yelled, “Jesus fucking Christ! You always get so weird about it when I talk about having sex with corpses!” (don’t ask, long story). It was only just after I had yelled that, that I realized my window was down, and apparently so was the middle aged woman’s waiting at the light next to me. I looked up, and she had just about the most horrified look on her face I’ve ever seen. And just as I locked eyes with her, I remembered, “Oh good lord, I’m driving a hearse….” The light turned green right about then, I started laughing hysterically and she sped away, still looking visibly upset.
I believe these circumstances may inadvertently convinced a middle aged woman (presumably on her way to work) that I’m employed at a funeral home in the area, and routinely commit necrophilia with the clients.
I could not be more amused.