So just as I was waiting for my iron horse to come and take me to my destination I am approached by a guy from "Virginia". He looks to be about mid- to late late 40's an oozes that hood rich fashion swag. As he walked up to me the first thing he utters to me is "Can I buy you breakfast?" I promptly declined and continue to check in via foursquare. He then asks if I want his number which he already had prescribed on a stack of mini note pads. So I took it to appease the fool, silently hoping he would continue to head to "Ocean Ave" to go get this settlement money that he was to claim from his lawyer. Apparently his grandma was rear ended in an car accident and he was get 37K as the settlement ( which by the way he felt the urge to show me a picture of).
I guess He felt further need to say that he would like to "Spend money on me because he is from Virginia.. Blah blah blah". So persistently he asked for my number once again and I was promptly recited the cell number that I had 11 years ago. Happy he walks away from the exit he should have headed towards.
To make this even funnier his idea if spending money is going to BBQ's.. I can't. So I hope he has fun today spending off that huge load of settlement money. I sigh in relief as my iron horse pulls into the station. By far one of the longest 3 minutes of my life.
If anyone is looking for a "good time" his info is below.. Not sure how much of a chance you have since the whole pad was filled up with his info.
Aw well zero fucks given..
TGIF
