I'm laughing because it would be hysterical that she's not being a mule or other sort of pick up ubersnow chick but if her getting the fucking shit from Montreal was her trying to win him over "with love" the same way she thought doing his laundry was showing him what a great domesticated woman she is and how she's better than the other chicks.
The one thing I am confused by is today's run was her in Cat Mom shirt, no makeup versus the other visits this week in a dress and dolled up with two necklaces, etc.
Maybe she got dolled up the other times because she thought whomever she'd be meeting was one of the millions of men who totally fall for Chantal on first sight.
Then after a few trips of the new hookup just slipping the drugs to her, pocketing the money and strolling away, she realized scintillating conversation, a chance to make Nader jealous and possibly a new boyfriend simply wasn’t going to happen.
Now she goes in her regular rubbish outfit with no facepaint or fibers because she finally gets that it’s a drug exchange, not a date.
I wonder if she asked her drug hookup to meet her at McDonald’s because she genuinely thought it would turn into a sit-down lunch date? If that’s true, it’s the funniest thing yet.
Imagine being a dealer with a lot of drops to do that day, trying to avoid any police attention. Right after a handoff to a gigantic manically-grinning blimp in a load of slap and spray-on hair, you turn to walk away casually without attracting and suspicion, but the huge woman stops you with an enormous meaty trotter on your arm and in a nervous, overly loud and fake-girlish voice, says, “SO like, do you wanna go inside for some lunch? HEEHEE!!”
You have no idea what she’s talking about, is she high right now? Maybe? You say nah mate, you’re busy, things to do, and walk away.
The next time you meet her for a deal, she’s dressed up AGAIN and arrived a bit early and she tries to
chat you up in the middle of a drug deal, again. She is clearly off her nut. But eventually it drills into her thick skull that this is not a social meeting and you don’t want to talk to her. The next time she shows up, she’s in old tatty house clothes, thick mask of facepaint all gone.
Come to think of it, wasn’t she complaining this week about men not responding to her advances?
God, but my sides will be in orbit if she got ready to meet a new dealer, adjusting her hair fibers and lipstick while saying, “So Nader put me out, eh? Well let’s just see how he likes it when
all this hot girl action skips up to his friend and seduces the
fuck out of him on sight. Hah, I could get
him as a boyfriend instead! Nader will be so jealous! Plus then my new beau can score me all those awesome drug discounts that Nader was giving me. I thought what he was charging was incredibly high, but he assured me that primo cocaine like he sold me usually went for TWICE as much. I should use my feminine wiles to get a discount from my new future beau-dealer. I just need to get into his house first.”
