The Pink Shoe Diaries

(this is the latest edition in my acclaimed series "Crazies I Meet In The Parking Lot")


Dear Fugly Windbreaker Girl,


I think it's nice that you have a boyfriend now. When I first started working here, I would hear you on your cell phone in the ladies room crying to your friend(s) about how you just wanted to meet a nice guy (which, by the way, is a totally appropriate ladies room conversation to be having and we all appreciate hearing you weep and moan in the handicap stall)

and I had hoped the precense of a man in your life would lead you to make different choices with your attire, such as not wearing a hot pink windbreaker every day. sadly that was not to be.

But I digress.

Yes, love is grand and you appear to be settled now. however, since you may not have much experience in this area i must offer some advice. making out in the parking lot is fine if you are in high school, of even if it's simply at night. 7:30AM on a weekday is NOT an appropriate time.

But even I, ever the romantic, can see how you might be SO happy with your man that you simply can't keep your hands off him. Fine. but do you really need to make out in his car while it idles in the middle of the road in front of my office?

You see, i can tear myself away from my boyfriend to actually drive myself to work, and while you apparantly cannot, i don't think that i should have to be late because i can't get around your boyfriend's Trans Am.

And tell your boyfriend I am not a "bitch" as he yelled when I tapped on my horn. I am just someone who, if she wanted to see trash get on top of each other, would look into a trash compactor.

keep if off the road, kids!

<3me