smiami

happy friday!

a memory of miami (or, smiami, for the smarminess):

walking on the boardwalk to nikki beach for dinner,

i heard a loud BURP.

disgusted, i turned to see the originator of such rudeness.

a typical smiami man: hairy and shirtless, looked back at me.

i turned around, with a hair toss.

and i hear: do you know how much money i have? i make a lot of effing money. wanna know how much money is in my wallet?

clearly, his under-breath tirade was for my benefit.

facing forward, i rolled my eyes.

since when was having money an excuse for rude behavior?

gross.