A story near, but not of, the moment. This happened over the weekend. The names have been changed in order to protect against the torrents of unwanted fame that typically ensue a mention in The Pickle.
My friend Hedda Gabler is in an airport parking shuttle - it's very late and she's the only passenger. She's busy on her blackberry. Suddenly the driver, Plaxico Burress, speaks up.
PB: So, what do you for a living?
HG: (A little startled) Uhh... I'm a lawyer.
PB: Ooooooohhh! Laaaaaddyyyy lawyer.
HG: (ugh)
PB: Do you have kids?
HG: Uh, no.
PB: Are you at least married?
HG: Um, no.
PB: Well whatcha waiting for?
HG: (lying) I'm a lesbian.
PB: (nodding) Yeah. I dated a midget once.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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