My life y’all…aka wtf
So last night I went to a concert with “friends” we were staying at a hotel close by. On the way home our taxi got a flat tire and the cabby told us to get out and walk, but we owed him $10.45 I told him to KMA.
Called the friends to come pick us up (since they were at the hotel 4.3 miles away from us -that’s the exact number, I google mapped it) and all 3 of them told us “we are about to go to sleep, just walk back” and hung up on me.
-It was 3am
-We were on a dark road. Closest thing was a gas station 2 miles away
-I had 4 inch Elie Tahari heals on
-I had a mini skirt on
-I had to use my cell phone as a flash light
-I felt like I was seconds away from being on an episode of Cops
- I hate fort worth
-Those females got a bill for my cab (the one I didn’t pay and the one I did pay that picked me up with 2 miles left to walk) and for my shoes.
-Seriously Elie Tahari does NOT belong on the side of the highway. It’s sacrilegious.
