The Bombshell at the Bus Stop

Falstaff chats up a bombshell of a woman at a bus stop -

She's beautiful. Short hair, coal black eyes and a face straight out of Modigliani. Loose gray sweater, dark blue tights. The kind of legs that have spent long hours at the gym. Dancer's legs. The light from the street lamp outlining her in gold. A downtown Danae. A bus stop Venus.

He reminds himself he mustn't stare. Pretends to go back to his magazine, holding it up high in the air, hoping she'll notice it's the New Yorker and be impressed. Thinking to himself, yes, I really am that shallow. Feeling strangely elated that it's been fifteen minutes since she got here and the bus still hasn't come.

In the end, however, it's his mobile phone that does the trick and not his copy of the New Yorker. And, watch out for the explosive twist ending.

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