Asheville, North Carolina
Friday, September 17, 2010
So we were about 10 minutes outside of Asheville when we got stuck in heavy traffic. Stopped dead. It was 10 o clock at night, and everyone wanted out of this bus. People were getting antsy, calling folks and what not and incessant complaining filled the air. I was peacefully minding my own business, when a woman across the aisle asked to borrow my phone. I thought, there is no harm in being polite, she can't run away with it, we are stuck on a bus. And so, I handed her the telephone. She looks up at me in awe. "Oh my gosh, I just love your screen name, that is so awesome! Seriously hi five, you fucking rock!" What was she talking about? It took me a second before the lightbulb came on. OH FUCK!. Thanks to my lovely, considerate sister Dakota AKA Dick Odour, the phrase "I love dick" was written across the top of my phone. This woman, who I believe had seen the inside of rehab a few too many times, thought I was some dick loving junkie. How embarrasing! So I slowly sunk into my seat and kept my eyes on the window, not once looking back to face her. I felt like suck a dick :)
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