ganked from Hunters_retreat

[kitewithfish]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,(even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad. :)

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your journal if you are so inclined and see what your friends come up with.

Comments

[healingmirth]

Do you remember that time when the car broke down driving through Tifton? Ugh, and it was so miserably damp and cold and windy. Why don't cars ever break down when it's 65 degrees and sunny, seriously?

It was nothing but truckers passing us on the road, and we spent 20 minutes debating whether chicken trucks or logging ones were less likely to be driven by serial killers before that state trooper's car stopped, but he was so creepy-intense that we lied and said my boyfriend was probably already on his way back with the tow truck, really, and we were just fine waiting, sir.

Wow, I hadn't thought about that in forever. What was that guy's name, the lawyer with the car phone? Biff? Buddy? You never called him, did you? I bet he still tells the guys at the bar about the one who got away.

[kitewithfish]

Buck. His name was Buck, and all I could think of when I heard it was that creepy orderly fucker from "Kill Bill" who introduced himself to Uma Thurman with "My name is Buck, and I like to fuck." It was like a mantra in the back of my head and it was so damn creepy. Who the hell has a car phone! Who the hell is named Buck! Of course I never called him.

Do you remember what happened to your shoes? I know you lost one in the mud for a while- did it ever come back out?

[healingmirth]

I know, right? He was like the lawyer that time forgot, but I'm sure he's very stably employed! Excellent provider, as my grandmother would say. I did have a hard time not busting out the chorus of "The Night the Lights Went out in Georgia," so it's just as well that you kids didn't hook up.

That shoe would have been ruined even if I'd saved it from the mud. Georgia clay, ugh. I should have just walked on the shoulder instead of off in the mud, but I was so convinced that one of those trucks was going to turn me into roadkill. Limping up to the gas station with just one shoe really completed my stellar first impression on the locals.

I gave up and threw out those jeans because I just couldn't deal with the stains, but I kept that lone left shoe for like two years. I'm not sure what I thought I was going to do with it.