"I need your keys, babydoll."
(Ugh, I hate valet parking. Babydoll? My grandmother
calls me that.)
I'm trying to remember exactly what the flowershop boy
said, while I was chatting with the lady who runs the little
deli on Julia St. He was funny though, offering me roses.
music: Olive: Safer Hands
candice at March 24, 2005 04:41 PM