tenderloin tales
I hit a red light at the same time as two black and whites. They took up the two leftmost lanes. Half a block back, another car was wrapping up an arrest. A woman left the corner store, stopped, turned, and bent over to look at the two cop cars. She smirked, and cocked her hip like somebody’s little girl practicing her sexy pose. She threw a hand on her hip with a flourish while the other balanced a brown bag. With all of her five feet and six inches, she growled “chickensheeeeeit.” She de-cocked and laughed a smoker’s laugh, waving a hand at the cop cars. “I’m just plaaaaying.” The light turned green and I biked off.
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