When you put it that way, telling her of my car story seems like I was the one trying to trap her into being my client, the driving enthusiast I am. True story to follow, I was a taxi man of sorts in high school. Being one of the few during my sophomore year with a car and license, I started driving people to their homes/workplaces/volunteering duties for a nominal fee. It was the only way I could afford the gas before I got a real part time mall job at Orange Julius, gas wasn't that expensive but my '86 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme guzzled that shit like it was the 70's.
This chauffeur angle is a profound revelation, I may choose to deliberate on this, especially since I was probably dressed too nicely for someone dropping his car off at the mechanic. But hey, the weather finally cooled off and I could finally wear the clothes I enjoy most.
My opinions on options A-D, responding in relative fashion since I designed such a poorly written poll that makes Idol demand double rent for March.
A) I was under the impression that prostitutes have the same clientele policies as a McDonalds, not turning down anyone provided they can and will pay for the transaction.
B) My wife would have used a much cuter girl, she knows of my absurdly high standards to have my interest piqued. The true sad story is that she's trying desperately to prevent divorce, sorry if that bums anyone out
C) A dangerous move to feature me, I'm the Chinese Brad Pitt.
D) The most viable of your options, but is brunch a popular time for this type of affair?
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