My favorite text messages are the ones like this: “The d-bag you slept with and who tips like shit is on my bus. Should I send him your hellos?”
I almost hid, even thought I was safely in my own apartment. But it’s good to be reminded that those d-bags are out there, and that they are within one degree of me, and that, if the circumstances were just slightly, I could be there, avoiding eye contact or making horribly awkward conversation.
Because let’s be honest- there are several “d-bags I have slept with” that live in Seattle, and I pray every day that I don’t have to see them- but every once in a blue moon, they appear out of nowhere and give me a heart attack. These d-bags will DEFINITELY be making an appearance on the Seattle Tattle, because bizarre shit like running into guys that have treated me wrong happens on a regular basis.
Simply being thankful that I wasn’t on that bus last night.
