
So, I'm walking down 7th Ave here in NYC yesterday while most of mass transit had been shut down thanks to some really fun flash flooding throughout the city. Now, as every flash flood has a silver lining in Rox's world this story has a twist: So I'm walking down 7th Ave, as I was saying, and I'm standing trying to hail a cab and not get peed on by the homeless woman with 7 teeth and a ski jacket on when all of a sudden this tall, dark haired man was standing next to me trying to hail in Rox's personal space. I look up and realize that Mr. Tom Hanks is standing next to me in a black shirt, jeans and fab Blues Brothers' shades. He looks at me -- probably recognizing me from Things That Go Pop and my senior year talent show -- and I suggest we share a cab. He agrees and is extremely gracious and totally, like totally handsome. Unfortunately there wasn't a taxi cab in sight so we had to part our ways. I told him I loved him and that I was married otherwise we could have had an afternoon delight (to hell with Rita!). To you, Tommy, hanks for the memories...
1 comment:
Oh no you DI'NT! Rox, you so crAAAAzy!
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