Last night I decided that I was exhausted and wanted to go home early. Except of course I had to drop by the Bus Stop to say goodnight to everyone. In other words, I surrendered to the vortex – I wasn’t even planning to have a drink, but Ade turned up followed by Xin and Anouk and…..
At one point I was standing around outside and one of the smokers said Hold this! and stuck a cigarette in my hand.
Staring down in wonderment, I realized that yet another of my statistical anomalies has been amended. Before last night I had literally never even touched one of those devil sticks!
I was alone on the sidewalk taking photographs of my hand when I realized a stranger was talking to me. This is normal – people always ask me for directions – but get this: dude was hitting on me. Blatantly!
I started laughing and answered Oh my goodness, strangers never dare! Can I take your picture?
He found that response baffling and kept trying to get the conversation back on track, at one point even trying to impress me with ghetto cred, NW style.
Since I grew up in the projects and had the most chaotic childhood possible this just elicited more wild giggling – yet still he persisted! How very, very impressive and strange.
