She was part of a tale that must be told. It started with me taking the train to last Saturday’s low-point of the season. A woman, this woman, was late for the train. I could see her running from the parking lot and thought “she’ll never make it.” I shook my head twice in knowing dude head nod fashion and at that moment I was actually a little sad for her. She wore a sun dress, and on this hot afternoon it was the perfect outfit. As she was running, it looked like two wild cats fighting underneath her dress. The sun was brilliant that day and it guided each step of her short journey. Somehow, she made the train and took a seat on the bottom level just below me. I was impressed with her moxie. She twirled her hair incessantly and struck up a conversation with the guy next to her. Her rack was spectaculous. Her vibe was impetuous and infecting. Alas, two stops later she was kicked off the train for not having a ticket. I saluted her exit with a final knowing dude head nod and she wandered away into a Safeway parking lot. Her rack wasn’t good enough to woo the train master into letting her stay on the train. But it sure as Hell was good enough for me to snap this photo and install her as The Flap Mascot. Since I bequeathed this great honor upon her last Sunday morning, she has guided us to a 8 game win streak. I wish I could buy her a thousand train tickets to repay her for this bounty of wins and Flavor Nation bows down to her glory…..
2012 World Series Slutty Mascot. I present to you, “Anna The Real Estate Agent”
Anna, not content with 8 straight wins, just reeled off 5 more with this interesting pose:
with the masses swelling for her full time inclusion here at The Flap, I present you with *Daisy the Hot Bartender* !