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I'm Going to Hell, AND Boys Don't Like Me
Thursday, August 11, 2005

A two minute slice of my life.

Scene: Inside a grocery store. Jenn approaches the register with her purchases. A young man gets in line behind her. He has dozens of tattoos, some of them on his face. He looks like a bad ass, but he has a very nice smile, and makes eye contact.

Jenn's Brain - Hm. He's kinda interesting looking, especially for here. He looks tough. I wonder if he's high. I like it when people smile at me.

Jenn makes small chat with the cashier, and complains about not being able to find the right kind of onion. She bags her purchases and walks outside to call a cab.

Mr. Tattoo walks past. Jenn nods in recognition. Mr. Tattoo turns around and walks back to Jenn.

Mr. Tattoo: Can I ask you a question?

Jenn: Yeeeessss?
Jenn's Brain: I think he's going to hit on me! How nice! I didn't think I atttracted the overly tattooed, bad ass type.

Mr. Tattoo: Do you know how to get to heaven?

Jenn: Uhm... No?
Jenn's Brain: Okay, here it comes. He's going to give me a line about looking into my eyes and seeing heaven, or that I look like an angel.

Mr. Tattoo: Well, all you have to do is believe in God, right? And then one night you go to bed and open your hear to Jesus Christ as your own personal saviour and then you can get into heaven. Cool, eh?

Jenn: Erh, yah. Sure.
Jenn's Brain: Fuck.



-- posted by Jenn at Thursday, August 11, 2005

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