My Name is Not Cynthia

[I Love Cunt]

This reminds me of a recent thread somewhere else, but that is not why I am making this thread.

 

[I Love Cunt]

I drove into a parking lot
obstructed by a vehicle who would not move out of the way
I veered to the right to get around this asshole who looked intently into my car.
I kind of drove away and picked a far off space. He fucking follows me over and wants my attention. There are people around, I feel safe, fine I roll my window slightly. SRSLY WTF Like I am looking the other way too, trying not to even acknowledge him.

"Are you Cynthia?"

"No" I said so coldly and with a stare.

Fuck I wanted to say, "What if I was?"

He quickly drives off. Well this ought to be good. So instead of going my intended route I find a nice spot to back into and wait for "Cynthia" to pull up.

This really isn't that exciting.
But a car pulls up, a guy gets out, and then her and the new guy are chatting and they drive off following each other.

Yeah lucky Cynthia.
Gross.

 

[I Love Cunt]

And I was just there to get a starbuck

 

[Consumer]

Besides the coffee house, and the character in BSG and "Moby Dick", what the hell IS as "Starbuck"?!?!? Some exotic form of herbivore that eats grass suns?

I get a few "siren" references, and the split-tail mermaid DOES solve some logistical problems, but I still don't know the "baseline" reference.

 

[CaptainWacky]

MY NAME IS FINLAY AND I LOVE TO FIGHt.