Stories

I have a lot of stories.

And I can usually top someone in the strange tales department.

But I can't do anything with this one . . . can't beat it.

The woman who sits across from me in metals class limped into class with a cast.

She was in Ferndale (Fabulous!) last weekend and was hit by a car . . . driven by . . . a transvestite. Somehow he didn't see her as she was crossing the street in front of his car. Perhaps his blond wig shifted and was in the way. Ripped all the ligaments in her knee. And then he tried to drive off. He was in a pink dress and high heels.

Yeah, I got nothing for that. I have never been hit by a car. Thank goodness.