A true short story

[DeeBee]

I like going to coffee shops, especially in San Francisco. You see all kinds of strange things from quad baby strollers that need a V8 to move around to rocket scientists figuring out warp drive. SO I happen to be in one in the Sunset district just minding my own business, window seat. This guy walks in, looks around and just sits across from me. Before I could manage an under the table crotch kick, he starts talking in this real fast cocaine chatter. He's trying to sell me a car, some M3 model real cheap. I say no but he keeps yaking and finally asks me if I want to pick up more chicks because the M3 is the thing to "do it" as he puts it. Seeing an opening I point out the window where the Reatta is sitting and ask "you see that? It's mine, do you think I have trouble picking up chicks?". The guy takes a look, gets up and walks away.

BTW, I know about the cocaine chatter from a previous life in Law Enforcement and being unmarried but not looking right now, picking up a "chick" is within the realm of possibilites. <img src="http://forums.aaca.org/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

[Guest F14CRAZY]

SHould have told him you have an M5 <img src="http://forums.aaca.org/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

[Guest EDBS0]

What da madder wid U. A M3 cheap, go fo... real one also.

[Machiner 55]

Enjoyed the video. Only a couple of things wrong wit it. The guy talks funny, (probably because he drinks "warm" beer) drives on the wrong side of the road (again, the beer) and the steering wheel is on the wrong side. <img src="http://forums.aaca.org/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />