En cours de chargement...
On the way to the bus stop which was damn near a mile away, Shanda is approached by a nearby neighbor. He rolls down a window and asks, "Hey, how far you going?" At first Shanda seemed reluctant to acknowledge him. I guess her Chicago heritage surfaced when she looks over, smiles and answers him. "I'm heading to the bus stop. I have a job interview and I'm running late."The guy pulls ahead of her and parks the car.
Shanda took that as an invitation to get picked up. She sashays over to the car and gets in. "Thank you! I spilled coffee on my dress this morning, and had to change at the last minute." "Well I guess you can say I'm glad that happened." She reared back and looked at him, "WHAT? Why?" Donning one of Trixie's pouts. Or maybe it's truly her own. Remember we don't know this chick."No beautiful, I'm only implying that had you not spilled the coffee on yourself, you would not have had to change, and then I wouldn't have met you because you may have been long gone by now." "So you see?" "It works out." "I get to meet a beautiful woman, and you meet me, a charming friendly gentleman."A shared laugh is just the thing to get people better acquainted.
Come to find out, she never went to the interview.