A funny thing happened at the Inferno last night...

[radlilim]

I was sitting at out table last night, almost falling asleep in my seat when a random woman comes up and kneels next me. She then asks me where my wife is. Now, not married here, havn't been to Vagas in a long time. She tells me that an hour before that she was at the bar talking to another woman who said she was my wife. I was in a very red shinny shirt with a loud and cool white tie. I don't think I was mistaken for anyone. The question remainds who this woman is and why she thinks she's married to me. Was an odd event...

Comments

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

Was she TALKING to the other woman, or HITTING ON the other woman?

I think that might be the pertinent question. I've been "married" to loads of people when I can't get obnoxious fuckwits to leave me alone.

Now, of course, I simply kill them.

[jkivela.livejournal.com]

I had thought of that, but did you usually just randomly pick someone out of the crowd to be married to? If I need a saftey wife I usually let someone know a head of time, to back up the story. As soon as I heard this I looked around for Wendy, who is the only one who usually dose that. Was very odd.

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

Good point.

You have a stalker!