At least we have a designated
parking spot in the alumni lot. People
are parked down the hill, a half mile
or more away. By the time they reach
us, they’re huffing and puffing.
Montana sympathizes. Long walk?
Well, come on over here and have
a hot dog and soda, on the X.
MOST OF THEM
Are already drinking beer.
But they take the dog, if only
for the chance to stand that
close to those amazing ta-tas.
I have to admit, Montana
is great advertising, if a mediocre
on-air personality. She knows
jack about music. She’ll probably
go on to fame and fortune as
a spokesmodel or something.
Anyway, I watch her work
the mostly male crowd until,
finally, a couple of cute girls
wiggle up to me. Are you Hunter
Haskins? says the curvy redhead.
’Cause I really love your show!
Yeah, agrees the slender brunette.
I listen every weekend. You’re good.
My turn to flirt. “Sweetheart,
I am so much better than good.”
Then I remember, “Hey, are you