In trying to navigate us around the city, I encountered a toothless, er... 2-toothed bus driver. He commented on the tank I was wearing, which was designed and given as a gift by W in honor of the weekend - it read "I heart virgos." He says to me, I'm a virgo, do you love me? haha ok, yes, so where does your bus go?
I was slightly amused since this was the first comment I had gotten on the tank, and returned to the group to announce that 1) the tank top got attention - the bus driver was a virgo! *exclamation!* and 2) not the right bus. At that moment, the bus driver had just stepped out of his bus and overheard the conversation, and was feeling pretty tickled with the whole situation of us being virgos and all. But then fiance P pops out, who is wearing the T-shirt version of "I heart virgos" and gives the driver a come hither look. Guy is stunned, and not only then denies that he's a virgo, but pulls out a TATTOO of the taurus sign ON HIS ARM!!!
Caught in a lie! Good thing he had proof in form of permanent ink...
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