The hotel and the hooker (or was she?)

May 5th, 2013 | By | Category: Humour, Travel

barBy Urban Anomie

It was 11 p.m. at the hotel lounge along Chicago’s Magnificent Mile. A woman draped in sleek, silky blacks, accented with a refulgent orange scarf approaches the bar a few seats down from where I’m sitting, and asks for a glass of pinot grigio. As the bartender fixes her drink, she turns and smiles at me, says ‘hi,’ and I reply, “you’re a prostitute aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question, but a testament to my own social retardation. She let out an incredulous gasp and stormed off, drink in hand. I was still nursing my first drink, but the bartender said I’d had enough.

Yup. Dying alone.

 
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3 Comments to “The hotel and the hooker (or was she?)”

  1. smcfayden says:

    You sound like a bit of a retard, tbh

  2. dgdshjfd says:

    Way to go bozo

  3. Kongo says:

    of course she was

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