The Adventures of The Absent Minded Albino (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} scotttaylor) wrote,@ 2006-07-04 23:29:00 |
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4 Months Later, When the Author Attacks Strangers In Front of Their Women...
I recently returned from a week back in Seattle. While I was there I noticed that, since I've moved to New York, I have changed in small ways.
Before I left New York I was surprised to hear myself yelling at an aggressive hobo at 72nd street. But that at least made some sense. I mean, he was trying to give me grief for not giving him any coin. I had just cause. Plus, he smelled.
The other day in Seattle, I surprised myself again.
I was renting a car for the week and really enjoying being behind the wheel. The Subway is great, even with the belligerent hobos that ride the rails. But it's nice to have the window down and the tunes blasting every few months.
It was close to 4pm and I was driving down a steep hill. I saw a man and woman walking towards the intersection, but they still had some ground to cover before they hit asphalt. They were dressed nearly the same, with large sun hats and shorts. The man had a red beard and, as I got closer, I thought he looked like he was bald. Clearly he had something to prove.
Anyhow, I was driving, you know, enjoying the nice day, and the man darted for the corner in an attempt to beat me to the road. I slammed on the brakes as he walked across the street alone, leaving his lady friend in the dust, staring me down like he was still in his glory years. I'm staring back, waiting to see what he does, admittedly enjoying the sight of a middle aged man in a sun hat attempting to menace me. As he reached the safety of the sidewalk he said, "Real cute."
I looked at him hard and then said, loudly, in front of his woman, something I thought might stick with him and make him question his manhood.
"Nice hat."
With that, I rolled up the window and sped off down the hill. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw his back slump a bit as his partner rushed to his side.
I've only been here a few months, but it looks like the place is rubbing off on me.
I recently returned from a week back in Seattle. While I was there I noticed that, since I've moved to New York, I have changed in small ways.
Before I left New York I was surprised to hear myself yelling at an aggressive hobo at 72nd street. But that at least made some sense. I mean, he was trying to give me grief for not giving him any coin. I had just cause. Plus, he smelled.
The other day in Seattle, I surprised myself again.
I was renting a car for the week and really enjoying being behind the wheel. The Subway is great, even with the belligerent hobos that ride the rails. But it's nice to have the window down and the tunes blasting every few months.
It was close to 4pm and I was driving down a steep hill. I saw a man and woman walking towards the intersection, but they still had some ground to cover before they hit asphalt. They were dressed nearly the same, with large sun hats and shorts. The man had a red beard and, as I got closer, I thought he looked like he was bald. Clearly he had something to prove.
Anyhow, I was driving, you know, enjoying the nice day, and the man darted for the corner in an attempt to beat me to the road. I slammed on the brakes as he walked across the street alone, leaving his lady friend in the dust, staring me down like he was still in his glory years. I'm staring back, waiting to see what he does, admittedly enjoying the sight of a middle aged man in a sun hat attempting to menace me. As he reached the safety of the sidewalk he said, "Real cute."
I looked at him hard and then said, loudly, in front of his woman, something I thought might stick with him and make him question his manhood.
"Nice hat."
With that, I rolled up the window and sped off down the hill. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw his back slump a bit as his partner rushed to his side.
I've only been here a few months, but it looks like the place is rubbing off on me.
