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So on my free vacation day, I was at a Starbuck's to kill 20 minutes before an important meeting down the street. After I awkwardly changed out of my ronald mcdonald red galoshes and slipped on the high heels, I ran out of objects to distract myself. So naturally, I couldn't help but eavsdrop on this pair of gel greased, slicked back wanna be smooth dudes straight across from me.

Their conversation went a little something like this. (Mind you, they were both on the larger side, pushing mid forties, just overall pathetic looking - but true, their suits probably cost equivalent to my annual salary each).

Greaser Sick Dude #1 (I liked him the least of the two): "Hey man, no I'm serious. Set this meeting up for me and you will get laaaaaid! It was just like last time, when I took these two girls out and was like - you bitches wait!!!"
Greaser Sick Dude #2 (Slightly uncomfortable): "Heh. Didn't they get upset when you called them bitches?"
GSD#1: "Not at all! They loved it! Couldn't stop laughing their asses off. So what about this meeting, I can get the tickets. . . "
GSD#2: "Well, I'm just not sure I can arrange it. . . "
GSD#1: "Truuuuust me!! These tickets are $1500 a piece!!!! You'll be front row, get in to the fierce after party with me and my boys and hang out in VIP, she'll be in the palm of your hand! I'm in sales, gimme a break here and meet me half way, its' just one meeting!!! How old again did you say she is?"
GSD#2: "Uhhh, she's 26."
GSD#1: "Oooh, that's kind of older, isn't it? Oh well, just imagine! She'll be eating it up and alll over you, you said she's cute right?"
GSD#2: "Uh, yeah. What kind of tickets are these again? I'm not sure I can do this."
GSD#1: "You can do this! You will do this! Just one fifteen minute meeting. Trust me, it'll be so worth it. If she's a looker, just imagine! My actress friend and my sister's friend who's in the band - oh it will be so hot! $1500 tickets! You can't let me down, man."
GSD#2 (starting to get a little excited now, disappointing me across the room): "Yeah, that will be something. Good tickets huh? VIP? Wow. I think I might be able to work something up, this girl is pretty special."
GSD#1: "So you really like her? It's nice to see if I'm still macho, got it with the ladies, you know what I mean? You know what I mean. . . Just impressing these ladies, they turn into putty in your hands! So let's have you get this meeting set up and I'll take a look into the ticket situation, win win really."
GSD#2: "I'll see what I can do. . ."

Jodi dumps out the remaining 3/4's of her $2 small coffee, picks up the plastic bag containing her wet rainboots and exits left - sicked out of her mind. This ancient 26-year old bitch is having none of it. Mid life crisis much? GROSS.