A certain former suitemate of mine--who used to pump iron while waiting for her nails to dry and subscribed to Soldier of Fortune drove me and another girl to Sewanee from Connecticut back Thanksgiving weekend of '88. We had a tire blowout somewhere northeast of Knoxville in the rain.
Out of the thousands of cars that went whizzing past, one truck, with 42 Christmas trees in the back, pulled over to help. Turned out he'd met me twice before.
"Oh, I know her. She swings."
"Look, what they say about our sorority, it's not true."
"No, I mean, on the playground! She swings on the swings."
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Date: 2008-06-12 05:03 am (UTC)Out of the thousands of cars that went whizzing past, one truck, with 42 Christmas trees in the back, pulled over to help. Turned out he'd met me twice before.
"Oh, I know her. She swings."
"Look, what they say about our sorority, it's not true."
"No, I mean, on the playground! She swings on the swings."
"Oh, yeah. That's her."