It’s midnight. Cold, with sleet falling from the sky. A random street corner in Mt. Pleasant.
As I park the clock-stopping hottie’s car, I see a guy walking down the street towards me.
He calls out, “Hey brother, I have a question,” as I lock her car. Guard up, I answer, “What?”
“Do you wanna buy an electric toothbrush?” And from his coat, he shows me a new Oral-B in the package. “I’m selling them cheap!”
For once, I am too shocked to speak. All I can think of is “What the F*^k?”
And I head inside, to warmth, to brush.
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