Whenever I look lovely, there are no hot guys to be found. Nowhere, not one. BUT TODAY, after waiting OVER AN HOUR in fairly windy weather for a frickin’ cab, who greets me when I arrive at my hotel? Why, a VERY cute, Michael Bublé look-alike valet guy, of course.
Why, WHY does this always happen to me?! lmao. He smiled at me (fainting over here), and asked if I needed any help with my bags. Sigh. I was tired as crap, and my hair must’ve looked crazy, from being blown around all day. I think it’s a conspiracy. Like, hot guys just gather at their secret hot guy headquarters, and wait for you to look ugly, so they can pop out of nowhere to say hello. WHYYYY?!
Oh, and the cab thing is totally my fault. I had the stupid idea to go to Rite Aid during rush hour. Rush hour = GOOD LUCK FINDING A CAB! Seriously, I’m from Northern Virginia—I should’ve known better. Northern Virginia’s unofficial slogan is “Welcome to Northern Virginia! Expect delays.” Anyway, ah well, haha. I just lost track of time.
Also, thank you, “Rite Aid Man” as I shall call you, for having a Mom who works for a cab company. I’m very fond of the fact that you have connections to get anyone in Philadelphia a cab within a very short amount of time. You’re our savior! :)
Tags: #Personal #Thoughts #Random #Philly trip #lmao
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