I was on a tour bus for a food and wine event in Charleston SC some years ago. We had started drinking at 10 am and were pretty much all soused by the time the bus was taking us back. It was a wonderful day.
Anyway we were on this old retro school bus with the windows that you pop open and they open from the top, and we were crossing the bridge from John’s Island back to the city overtop of a marsh, and this drunk girl who was clearly recently separated took her ring off, snapped the window down, and flung it into the marsh below, and yelled “Sayonara motherfucker!”.
Then she saw me blinking in surprise and said, “I think that was the perfect place to do that”.
That’s where mine went. I don’t want any photos of him.
Burning it sounds a lot more fun
I was on a tour bus for a food and wine event in Charleston SC some years ago. We had started drinking at 10 am and were pretty much all soused by the time the bus was taking us back. It was a wonderful day.
Anyway we were on this old retro school bus with the windows that you pop open and they open from the top, and we were crossing the bridge from John’s Island back to the city overtop of a marsh, and this drunk girl who was clearly recently separated took her ring off, snapped the window down, and flung it into the marsh below, and yelled “Sayonara motherfucker!”.
Then she saw me blinking in surprise and said, “I think that was the perfect place to do that”.
Well ok.