Bimbo: A beautiful disaster

bimbo  n.  (bmb)
Slang. A woman regarded as vacuous or as having an exaggerated interest in her sexual appeal. [Dictionary.com]

I’m not thrilled about using the term “bimbo” but it fits so well. I’m no Einstein myself, Cin&Vin would gladly tell you I’m not always the sharpest knife in the drawer but…I don’t know, you decide. (No Fox News pun intended)

After class a couple days ago I was waiting to get on the uptown 6 train at 23rd street. As I tried to get on three beautiful women scurried off the train, then ran back. It happens, I thought to myself, knowing how many times I’ve awakened from a half-asleep state and rushed out of a train thinking it was my stop when it wasn’t. This, however, wasn’t the case. After they got back on and we made it to 28th street they started to panic again at which point a man sitting next to them asked where they were trying to go.

Momo1: I dunno…
Momo2: Umm, what’s that place? Penn something?
[Momo3 skims over a paper]
Momo3: We need to go downtown to Grand Central station.
Man1: Oh, OK. You’re fine. You need to keep going uptown on this train.
Momo2: Are you, umm, sure, cuz it says we need to go downtown?
Momo1: Maybe there’s more than one Grand Central stupid.
Momo2: Shut up!
Momo1: Excuse me, is there more than one…
Woman1: No, you ladies are fine, there’s only one and you’re on the right train.
Momo3: That’s so stupid, these directions told us we need to go downtown.
Momo1: Yeah, like what’s up with that?
Man2: It depends on where you start. If you were north of Grand Central you would have to go downtown but if you were south of it you need to go uptown.
[Momo1/2/3 stare vacantly at Man2 as we approach Grand Central]
Women1: This is your stop ladies.
[Momo1/2/3 begin to walk off the train]
Momo2: [Whispers, loudly] This is probably the wrong Grand Central.
[Momo1 nods in agreement]