Shooting The Duck

That reminds me of my friend Jay. A while ago he asked his parents for some money to help out with purchasing winter clothing. They quiesced, thinking he wanted a warm coat or the like. No. He was intent on getting fingerless Chanel gloves. I said "Jay, those aren't even gloves. You can't call them that. They don't qualify." He still wanted the glovelets. I don't think he ended up getting them, and I'm rather glad. The only place those are appropriate are on a 12-year-old girl's hands at a Gossip Girl-themed rollerskating party. Well, Lila, you could probably pull it off. Jay, I love you, but stick to bowties.

Curry Puffs

My friend Jay told me about an encounter with a hot cab driver earlier today. He got in and stuttered and fumbled when trying to tell him his destination because he was so caught off guard. It really is a rare thing to find attractive cabbies. Jay said he wanted to pay him differently than he was expecting. I can just see it: "excuse me, sir, do you accept anal currency?"