Lizzy, Andrea and I were walking, arms linked, back to our hostel one night when the greatest laugh of the century came about. Lizzy was closest to the street, I was in the middle and Andrea was on the inside. We were mid-conversation when a man in a trench coat passed us on our left and continued to walk in front of us. Before I knew what was going on, I felt something lightly graze my behind so I screamed. I then realized it was Lizzy and got over it but the man who'd passed us was not so quick to move on. He'd been looking at his phone while he walked and, when I screamed, he turned to look back at us to see what was happening. Realizing nothing was happening, he started to turn back around but he was walking all the while so, when he turned back, he walked STRAIGHT into a pole. That street sign was so beautifully placed in that moment in time, only a god could've put it there. The three of us tried our damnedest not to let him hear us but we were all absolutely crippled with laughter.
Once we finally got ourselves together again, we reviewed what had happened. Only then did I realize that Lizzy had grazed my culo in order to demonstrate what that douche had done to her. She'd leaned in and whispered to me, "this just happened" as she grabbed my left cheek but, thanks to the fact that I had no idea what was going on, that whole beautiful situation was able to play out.
Karma, my trench-coated, ass-grabbing friend, is a bitch. Touch my friend's ass and you will walk straight into a pole immediately afterwards, reminding the world of what a dumbass you really are. :D
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