I was strolling with someone along the streets of New York City and came upon a rally protesting Tampax Tampons as sexist and cruel to women. I argued with a fresh faced dweeb that a tampon was a tampon, nothing more. We strolled on, then I realized I could call Pauly - I was in his town, after all. I determined that it wasn't too early to call, said "Call Pauly" into my cell phone and he answered. He asked where I was and I said it looked like I was heading into the suburbs of NYC. And then I was in the back seat of a car heading somewhere, I don't know where. I asked the woman driving how did we get the car. She answered "Al-Anon," implying that members had the ability to spot other member's cars and had the freedom to borrow at will.
Pauly wasn't saying much, seemingly not wanting to meet up for some reason. Dawn was creeping in and we topped a hill with a view of a fog covered urban landscape which I surmised was on the outskirts of NYC. The fog was low to the ground thick and white - like stage fog which hovers and flows a few inches off of the floor. Suddenly, a train was heading right for us and we realized we were driving on the tracks of the tram in the middle of the road. The strength of the air which pushed in front of the train pushed us backward as we rammed into reverse and drove like bats out of hell to stay ahead of the train...........
Next time I get a grilled pork loin at lunch which is just a little too "rare," I'm sending it back....
