Tuesday, January 31, 2012
"Hey Brown-Brown!"
Sooo, why'd I get called a heifer in Central Square for not giving money to the homeless woman outside CVS? I did kind of ignore her three requests for change :-/ My bad. I think that was the breaking point really. You have to acknowledge your fellow man or in this case, woman, even if it's just to say no. Even still, no need for verbal abuse, ma'am! I so prefer the guy outside the McDonald's in Kenmore Square who calls me (and possibly others...) by shouting: "Hey Brown-Brown," and expects nothing in return except maybe a head nod.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Pick Up Lines
A couple of weeks ago as I was standing, bundled up, reading the Boston Metro on the platform of the T station, an older gent approached me. He might've been 55+. In my peripheral vision I saw him cheesing as he walked in my direction. He passed behind me, then walked as far as three feet away before he started moving in from the right, still cheesing, and started making conversation. Something about the weather, and if I was on my way to work, and THEN! Theeen, old gent boldly went where no man [I'm actually interested in] has gone before - he asked, at 8:30am on a workday, if I had time for coffee! I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't mad at his game, and it wasn't even a bad idea, but I definitely was not interested. What it really left me wondering was, why in the world aren't you teaching these swagalicious skills to the men of my generation??
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Blind leading the blind
Sitting on the T listening to a drunken man relay the "life as a drunken man" woes really made me realize I've abandoned my blog for too long. This stuff is too ridiculous to be televised, but it can be blogged.
Yesterday witnessed an ambiguously gendered person sitting with his/her feet up and covering three otherwise available seats on the train. Luckily it wasn't rush hour. Enter mature adult drunken man. Much differnt than drunken college students, because at this pont you're actually an alcoholic. So, he walks into the car and immediately comments on the he/she sitting next to him. "Oh you got it like that, eh? You could take up three whole seats? Life must be good." Clearly no one took offense because pretty soon the he/she and the drunken man were giving each other dap. But things went downhill after the he/she asked the drunken man if, ahem, he was drunk. To which he responded: "I should be asking you that! With your feet up..." mumbles some more, then, "I am drunk, this is how it is."
Here's my question. When all this happens in front of you is it ok to laugh? I held it in for fear he'd find a sass comment for me too, but seriously, I didn't know whether to look at the ceiling or the floor. What in the world!
Yesterday witnessed an ambiguously gendered person sitting with his/her feet up and covering three otherwise available seats on the train. Luckily it wasn't rush hour. Enter mature adult drunken man. Much differnt than drunken college students, because at this pont you're actually an alcoholic. So, he walks into the car and immediately comments on the he/she sitting next to him. "Oh you got it like that, eh? You could take up three whole seats? Life must be good." Clearly no one took offense because pretty soon the he/she and the drunken man were giving each other dap. But things went downhill after the he/she asked the drunken man if, ahem, he was drunk. To which he responded: "I should be asking you that! With your feet up..." mumbles some more, then, "I am drunk, this is how it is."
Here's my question. When all this happens in front of you is it ok to laugh? I held it in for fear he'd find a sass comment for me too, but seriously, I didn't know whether to look at the ceiling or the floor. What in the world!