Bugspray Cologne...

   So I wasn't feeling particularly inspired tonight, 'til I was out front taking in the sights, and this totally posh Spyder pulls up in front of the tapas place downstairs.  The dude driving takes about 4 shifts to navigate his ego-ride into a wide open space...just the way he wants, like a car commercial.  He gets out, and totally reminds me of the principal in The Breakfast Club, only in a more expensive blazer & Italian shoes. Then his wife gets out of the passenger side almost popping a heel cuz a Spyder is so low..it's windy...and I get plowed with this intense overpowering NASTY cologne that *THAT* type of women wears. Suddenly I am overcome with this unrestrainable laughter. Now I guess I'm being catty, but as Super Id walks up to the door (not holding it for the little woman, incidentally), and completely ignores whatever the story was she was ranting to him (about some group at work...I picked up more than he did, guaranteed), I'm thinking to myself, "Sweet Jesus...I am so glad I don't identify with whatever the fuck goes on in that guy's head...let alone his heart"