|1.||Lincoln Park Trixie|
A post-sorority girl in her early to mid-twenties, sports a Coach purse, oversized glasses and “Juicy” valor, seen en route to yoga (the easy kind), the day spa, shopping and then to Starbucks for a no whip, no foam, skim latte. She drives a Jetta (while sending a text message) to-and-from her overpriced studio apartment in Chicago’s Lincoln Park. Come sun-down, she scours the bars, Apple-Tini in hand, for a fiancé in the form of a day-trader, I-Banker or any other 6 figure income, generally named Chad or Todd and sporting a striped shirt.
Tad just proposed to some Lincoln Park Trixie he has known for 6 months. Yea the same one he met at a bar and cried for an hour when she spilled her Cosmo on her Coach purse.
|2.||Lincoln Park Trixie|
A Lincoln Park Trixie - Oh yeah and they also leave their car doors open on the traffic side while taking their sweet time doing whatever it is they're doing while their door is blocking traffic and of which their car is in your way.
The Lincoln Park Trixie decides that the light changes, meanwhile you signal to Trixie to please close her door so you could get by, and she thinks you are signaling her to ask "can I have that parking space" No idiot trixie! I want you to close your dumb door so that I can get by and get to where Im driving! Especially coz I have the green light and I really dont want to go around you because then I would be in the other lane of traffic. And then when I tell you CLOSE YOUR DOOR!!!! you get all mad with your sense of entitlement that I dared to ask you to please close your door.