LA story

so on my way home tonight i stopped at borders on la cienega to pick up a book [and yes as a matter of fact it was a self-help book what's your fucking point], and paused on my way in to peruse the sale racks in the parking lot. as i browsed, i couldn't help but notice a pair of cute boys checking out the racks on the other side of the entrance to the store.

it was about this time that the doors to the store swung outward and this expensive blonde came striding out, swinging her borders bag--one of those gorgeous, anonymous wannabe-actress types you see all over the westside.

as she passed, one of the boys turned to the other and, in a voice i'm sure he figured wouldn't carry, muttered, "fuck, i'd hit that."

having heard this clearly from at least 20 feet away, i wasn't nearly as surprised as they were when the blonde stopped in her tracks, spun on her heel and froze them in mid-snicker with what had to be the stink-eye of all time, at which point the offending boy stammered, "no, no, no, you don't understand--it's ok, we're gay--i didn't mean it--i was just sayin' that 'cause you're hot."

at which point the girl's glare morphed into a brilliant smile and, thus validated by the ultimate arbiter of all things hot, she turned and strutted across the parking lot to her dented lime-green-metallic nouveau-beetle and drove away.

god, i love this city.