He Almost Convinced Me...
I was walking down Newbury Street today after work on a mission to find a pair of super baggy jeans to wear when I perform to Beyonce's song "Diva" in 3 weeks. There was a guy shaking a cup of coins sitting against the wall and very few other people on the sidewalk, but I had my headphones on, so I closed my eyes and just rocked out while walking past him even though my volume wasn't very loud.
Right after I passed him, I heard him say "I'll fucking kill you, bitch." And I couldn't tell which glass panel to my left was the door to the Puma store, so I kept walking as fast as I could because I'm a big scaredy cat. I waited until I found a big group of people going the opposite way, and then played the creeper by turning around and following them, using them as a shield from my quarter-seeking-potential-murderer. I did the same thing as I was leaving the store, too - waited inside until I saw a group of people coming. I'm such a wimp. I found my jeans though, so it wasn't all for naught.
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this is why i carry around my pocket knife while wandering about the city.
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