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[phosfate]

Once again, the bus. One stops right in front of my building, which is handy for going home. Our new place is in a rather stabby, drinky, untreated schizophrenicky bit of town, but being the Midwest, this is relative -- you're safer than you would be in front of Rockefeller Center, and your greatest risk is from cyclists using the sidewalk.

Even so, it's a bit unsettling when one of the local homeless guys comes up to me, and says:

"You need any money?"
"I...I'm sorry, what?"
"I have some money. Do you need anything to tide you over?"
"No, I'm good, thank you."
"You sure? You don't need a couple of bucks?"
"Yes. You keep it. Thank you, though."
"Okay." And he wanders off.

Maybe it's because I wasn't wearing a coat.

Anyway, this was infinitely preferable to what happened at the other end of the line, when I got off the bus, and a young gentleman riding shotgun in what was apparently his big brother's car was compelled to inform me:

"MASSIVE BONER!"

as he drove past.

I can only assume I'm totally rocking that hottie hobo look.

I went home and ordered pizza, because I don't want to go out there anymore.

Matt? Honey? FIX MY GODDAMN CAR!

Comments

[dwinghy.livejournal.com]

See, this is exactly why I rarely leave my home without my headphones on. It's much easier to pretend all those people don't exist if I've got music blaring in my ears (also, blocks out grocery store muzak).

I bet you are!

[kissoflife.livejournal.com]

Oh my. the weirdos seem to totally pass me by.
In Kenya once, when I had just gotten extensions in my touristy way, a Kenyan mocked me with "Rasta-woman, I am missing to kiss you!"
That's as bad as I can remember it getting.

[twigcollins.livejournal.com]

When people heckle me from cars, they're generally driving past at a fairly high speed, so the overall effect is:

"WAAAAAAaaaaaaaa..."

It's probably a very clever and devastating put-down sans Doppler effect.

[ashenmote.livejournal.com]

"You need any money?"

Oh, maybe it was a "...but unfortunately I need a few bucks in order to get to the money because blah" trick? But now you'll never know!

I, too, am a big friend of earphones, only I have attacks of bad conscience when I walk past street musicians with earphones. I happily walk past/ignore street musicians without earphones, so I don't know how that works. Something about not even giving them a chance to bedazzle me with their music or so.


Yes, Matt. Fix it.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No, he was...I've seen this guy around, and he's not together enough to do the pigeon drop.

We have exactly two buskers. The guitar guy is adequate, if non-invasive. The drummer is rather good, but kind of hurts with the loudness.

Street culture here kind of sucks.

[ashenmote.livejournal.com]

Oh, we have the local street musicians and the wandering street musicians and the music students and the kids with flutes before Christmas. We have lots.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*sends minions to dance on Matt's head until he fixes the annmobile*

I was chortling and 'd'awww'ing about the guy offering you money and one of the voices in my head said I had this thought: "Dude, you should've totally taken that money and then, like later, passed it on back to him with interest." But see, thoughts like that don't live in the real world, where that would probably lead to all kinds of uncomfy or dangerous shenannigoats.

Matt, bro, bud, pal, the car - fix it. The minions are putting on the tap-shoes.