No. Not Jeff Bridges. The Dude.
I'm crossing the street heading for the sand. Oh, my. I must stop for the speeding bicyclist. I take a step. Oh, dear. Here comes a truck. He does not stop for the gray-haired women in her flip-flops.
Across the street from me is The Dude. Ambling. In his Hawaiian shirt. He looks at me.
"Did you think I might not make it?" I ask.
"These people need to slooow down," he says. "They neeeeeed to take it easy."
I almost asked him out for a white Russian.
5 comments:
Oh, man! You should have asked him out! I suggest you go back and try to find him.
Duuuuuuude.
We would all abide better were we to sloooow down.
Why I am still not getting this posts after subscribing and verifying and resubscribing, etc., is a mystery, but just to chime in here I am saying too that there is a time and a place for the Dude.
Maybe he was a really cool angel...
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