Vox Newman

Sometimes I Like to Cock-Block Myself

As I was walking from my work at a Toronto club to my car, I passed these two ladies who I presume were waiting for a cab at University and Queen.

Though the pic I’ve included isn’t of them, it’s a close enough approximation.  One of them (the cleavagey one) was holding a long box with a pink ribbon under her arm.

I stopped. “Someone gave you a bouquet?”  (at this point my brain alerted me to the fact that I was inexplicably entering pick-up mode)

She shook her head and smiled. “It’s a body.”

“A corpse.”  Her friend grinned.

I raised my eyebrows and shrugged.  “A baby you mean?”

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