I was standing. . .

. . .on the outskirts of a dance floor. I didn’t intend to be standing there I was waylaid on the way back to my table by someone who, don’t you hate this, wanted to talk.

He’s chatting while surveying the dancers. He nudges me and makes a comment about the looks of one of the dancers. I look through the crowd trying to pick out the person he’s talking about. I blink a few times before asking him a simple question,

“Are you talking about your cousin?”

“Yeah, good looks run in the family, don’t ya think?”

“What the fuck are you doing? Auditioning for Dateline Predator: The Family Edition?”


One response to “I was standing. . .

  1. Like they say sometimes … “Keep it in the family.”

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