7:00 am. Thurs morning. (Los Angeles, CA) I just dropped my buddy off at the airport and am driving his car back, dropping it off with his wife, then headed back to Vegas. Just leaving the airport on a very busy road with no sidewalk I see a young girl way too close to traffic carrying a suitcase in one hand, a duffle bag in the other, and crying her eyes out. Her mascara looked similar to the makeup Heath Ledger was wearing while playing the joker. haha I felt bad and not to mention it was cold as F%&k outside. I pulled over and ask her if she needed help… With a very confused tone and still trying to catch her breath from crying she said “But you’re driving a Prius” to which I replied… “Yes it is” followed immediately by “But I normally don’t talk to people who drive Priuses.” I laughed and said just think of it as me saving you and the environment all at the same time. haha She hops in and I asked her if she lived close and offered to drive her home? Mumbling through tears she says…. San Diego. Oh shit. That is 3 and a half hours from LA. Ummmm, Do you know anyone at all in LA? “Yes, 2 people” Great I can take you to one of their houses. Once in route she also kindly informed me that she had mace and is not afraid to use it on me if I try to pulled my weiner out and started playing with it. I’m not sure how she knows me that well after only a few seconds that is generally something I only do in the car when I am by myself. haha She then proceeds to tell me she is a stripper, came up with a girlfriend who ditched her, and was just up in LA trying to make more money than she could in San Diego. After i dropped bambi off at her destination I must have looked over the passenger seat a hundred times looking for hair or anything that would get my buddy into hot water with his wife…. Nothing. Good. Cause I’m not sure his wife would’ve believed the story that Lance had the car and picked up a hitch hiker. I drop the car off and just before I get in my car to head back to Vegas I notice I didn’t shut the door to the Prius all the way. As I look one last time I notice in the back seat a pink victoria secret duffle bag. Oh shit. are you are kidding me?…. sure enough it was full of panties, bras, and 3 pairs of very tall stripper shoes. haha I was worried about his wife finding a single hair in the car??? I would’ve surely caused a divorce had she found this bag with my new friends work uniform in it. Thanks to Facebook Bambi got in touch with me to get her stuff back (well most of it, wink wink) and my friend’s marriage is no longer in jeopardy. Bambi, you definitely are Fierce, Fabulous, and ALMOST a home wrecker! haha Oh, and… I think I’m in love with you. 
