The Ass-Pinching

you knew it had to happen...
it was just a matter of when....
and where...

well my friends, here we go:

The Date: Wednesday, October 2nd, 2003
The Time: About 6:30 in the evening
The Setting: On a main street, heading toward the Ponte Vecchio with Andrea to get a caffe

The Story: After an especially long and busy day at school, Andrea and I desperately needed a breath of fresh air and a caffe at a local bar. So we head out. Shortly after our story begins, I am struck by an itch on my leg. So I, obediently, bend down to scratch. Suddenly! Unexpectedly!

The Pinch!!

It was fast and to the point. I shot up abruptly, a look of horror and surprise on my face and turned around to face the perpetrator, obviously some obtuse, creepy, slimey Italian man. But no! Who do I see when I turn around, but the smiling face of Sarah.

Oh the deception! Sarah -- seemingly sweet and innocent, is nothing more than a devious criminal!

(okay, so in reality we were both cracking up sooo much in the middle of the street, and I still laugh now just thinking about the incident.)
But here is further proof to her deviousness... a text messaging conversation later in the day:

Sarah, 6:45pm: BTW, nice ass.
Erin, 7:05pm: You brute.
Sarah, 8:23pm: Muahahaha...

Case closed.