A novel idea if there ever was one in St. Joseph. Every year they hold a Mardi Gras parade where the local drunks and families (a fine combination) come out and freeze their asses to watch the floats go down a few blocks downtown. Honestly, though, it's an event in The Joe and its well-meaning.
So I have to cover it for the paper, which is no problem. But I loved this exhange, of sorts between an unattractive older lady and me.
Let me set the scene. I'm walking down the sidewalk to get back to the paper. It's cold outside and I am frigid. A group of people are to right of me, preparing for the celebration, that when I hear this:
Older, Unattractive Lady (to me, apparently): Show me your beeeaaads!
(I continue walking, pretending she said nothing)
O,U L: Hey! I'm talking to you! .... Gee wish I could pretend like no one's talking to me!
(Continue walking)
O, U L: Wish I could walk around with a giant stick up my ass............
Guy That Was With OUL: I don't know. He looks like he works for the FBI.
I assume he thought I was an FBI agent because I had a Press badge on. I dunno. It was odd. The only thing stranger was two floats that were mere feet apart each with "sexy" ladies on them dancing and each playing equally terrible Nickelback songs (Seriously, look up the lyrics to "Something In Your Mouth" and try to fight the urge to end your life).
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