Watching someone do the walk of shame
Who doesn’t enjoy watching someone do the walk of shame?
I woke up Sunday morning around 9 AM (full disclosure: I was slightly hungover and needed some greasy McDonald’s breakfast to get rid of the headache) when I saw a girl in a dress and heels (ie. her Saturday night’s clubbing clothes) walking past the subway station. She was clearly unfamiliar with her surroundings because after walking a good 30 feet past the subway station, she scratched her head, double backed to the entrance, and went down to the subway.
For some reason, this was hilarious at 9 AM on a Sunday morning.
