Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Dear New Toll Booth Guy
I'm sure you're nice.
You look spiffy in those acid washed jeans....that orange vest.
I love the way your fingers linger in my palm as you give me my change.
Our eyes always meet.
I always seem to get your lane.
I deeply care where you live (I'm so glad you told me!)
I wish we had more time to talk....but when I see you... I'm on my way home.... TO MY FEMALE WIFE!!!
So please stop hitting on me.
Though I will say you give change like no other man I've ever met.