At a traffic light Husband spots a car with woman passenger dressed in what looks like a fake Chauffeur hat perched clumsily on head, her hair sticking out the back in a scruffy bun.
HUSBAND: What do you think, stripper?
ME: I don’t know. That is a stripper type hat.
Like I’d know. I have vast experience with stripper hats. Like vast like meaning none. Ever.
ME: Pull forward.
Husband rolls forward a bit. The woman wearing a long black coat and is putting on her makeup. Guy beside her is way older and kind of hard looking.
ME: Yep. Stripper and her pimp
HUSBAND: All she does is take off coat, undo the messy bun and da naaa na na, na,…
HUSBAND: I don't think he's a pimp. I think he's just the boyfriend. He drives her there and holds the money.
ME: That makes him a pimp.
HUSBAND: Or maybe he answered the Craigslist ad for bouncer
And I instantly know what ad on Craigslist he’s referring too even though it’s been at least four months since I showed it to him
ME: OH, the ad to be a bouncer for the naked housecleaners
HUSBAND: Right. That’s what he must be, the bouncer for the naked housecleaner.
ME: Of course he must be. There's nothing else he could be, they could be but a naked house cleaner and her bouncer pimp.
And, with that mystery solved, we drove on.