Hot Legs - 10-4-08

This past Saturday night a woman at the bar said, “I brought my girlfriends to see your magic.” I asked if she’d seen the show before, she said, “Don’t you remember me?” I’m sorry, I said, did we meet before? “Well not formally, but we did share a few moments together.” I looked her over, pausing to stare at her lovely legs, which were daintily crossed at the ankles. “Of course I remember you, I’d never forget legs like yours.” It was a lame joke, but the girls giggled, and that was that.

Onstage I saw my leggy girl in the front row laughing. I caught a glimpse of her lovely legs. I was right about one of her legs, it was perfection, but the other was supported by some sort of polio-looking metal brace. The rest of the show I was thinking, what do you say to someone you have, inadvertently or not, offended? “How could I ever forget legs like yours?” F**k!

I often chat with folks after the show, the leggy girl says “You are so funny.” “Thank you” I heard myself say, “but the joke about your legs was awful, and I apologize.” That young lady, who injured her leg in a motorcycle accident, was so cool, she said she knew I was not aware of her condition and admitted to enjoying the compliment her good leg received. “Well, let’s see, now,” she said, proudly, showing it off by extending it and pointing her toe, “it is a pretty nice looking leg, as legs go.”

Wow. What a great personality, and super attractive too. Were I not already committed to a dynamite lady, who also has great legs, who knows what might have developed.

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