Saturday, November 05, 2005
Street Meat; A Day In My Life
Today, I made a terrible mistake. On my way out of the underground Subway system, I landed a place on the streets that I wasn’t familiar with, and looking for my way out, asked a friendly looking young man to help me out. I blubbered through some farsi to try and get a mental map for him. Unfortunately, my pollution induced Alzheimer blocked everything out of my head. Completely paralyzed and looking like some fish out of water (bulging eyes included) I couldn’t imagine what I must sound like to him.
After a few, he was able to map it out for me, hah. Then, of course, silly me, I asked him to get me a car, and he politely nodded. Of course, looking at him he reminded me of actors like…Ben and Matt Damon…boy next door type. I could hardly make a sensible judgment of him as anything other than that, with a scraggly college beard, and plain faced stare. Inside the car was another story. Apparently, he was reaching for his wallet but incidentally brushed up against my ass. Me being very defiant and still shocked by my brain hemorrhage ignored it, hoping he was just that good guy that I thought he was. I gave him a look that said “what are you doing? If you did what I think you did, die!” but not everyone understands my language.
So, a minute later, after a little feather flustering, I noticed his right hand (while still gripping a book in it) sneaking close and then brushing his fingers against my right leg…I couldn’t believe it, and keeping my “khoon sard”ism I gave him a frown that could have put me in line with the shape of an old lady’s backside. It didn’t stop there, he decided to pay for me, and I decided that would be fine, before the latter part.. . But once he’d done that touchy-leg thing I could feel myself “ghatying” and before I did, he got off and I asked the driver to give him back my side of the fare, and watched him leave…poroooo…The time I spent being nice and pretty seemed like a waste of energy. Scottchey ( R ) says that I should have said something to make his day, but I just couldn’t, it was too much input for less than five minutes.
(There was a computer shop guy who did something that I could have appreciated. I asked for two raw CDs and he gave me two that had this valentine theme on them, and he pointed at it, just to make sure I was looking…awwww)
