Sitting at a social hour with some folks. Crowded room. Loud music. I had a box of cards on the table, wrapped in plastic. Great evening. Towards the end of the evening, I see my box of cards in their plastic wrapper, being lifted from the table by a woman at an adjacent booth. I stare in shock. What's she doing with my stuff?
The woman then proceeds to rub the plastic (my plastic!) all over her face. I ask the people with me, who are closer to the woman, to get my box of cards back ASAP. At the same time, the woman's date grabs the box from her and places it back on my table.
Huh????!!
She must have sensed the raw, charismatic, beneficent, innate power radiating from the cards. She wanted some of it. That's all.
ReplyDeleteHaha. That's an empowering interpretation. Thanks.
ReplyDeletePlastic fetish
ReplyDeletePlastic therapy for acne maybe.
ReplyDeleteGood guesses. Any more out there?
ReplyDeleteThese days plastic rules e-commerce. She wanted your plastic girl!
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