Just moments ago, we were driving home in a borrowed pickup truck when we encountered a woman waving her arms and calling to us as she ran across the street. (Honestly, we may have kept traveling had we not been at a stop and had she not been running directly in front of our vehicle, but I digress...) Frantic-Pants proceeded to knock on the passenger side window and the natural response was to see what in tarnation her problem was.
Me: Yes? What's going on?
Frantic-Pants (short of breath): OK!... I just caught the pastor in the back of the church with a whore. Please, I beg you. I will not survive the night if I don't get out of here.
Me: Umm...
Frantic-Pants (now yelling): Ma'am, I'm just trying to get to ReadyMan!* Please, I don't want to die!
Me: I'm sorry, but I can't give you a ride. This isn't even my truck.
Frantic-Pants: WHAAAAAT?!?!?! MA'AM! (as window is going up and we're pulling away)
Unfortunately, this encounter went down a mere two blocks from our house, where we would need to stop and unload a mattress set out of the back of the truck. Thus, we feared she would continue chasing after us (and she did for a bit), screaming "Ma'aaaam! MA'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!" But, alas, clearly she was murdered on the street because she quieted shortly and did not manage to catch up with us... yet.
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AWESOME
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