Not like my mind tries to think up dumb things to occupy itself with, but last night I was seirously considering doing an inventory/count of all my clothing that is either black or black and white. It is SO wrong, but I want to do it. I was going to list everything but underwear and socks. I think there are probably like 20 black COATS alone! How many velvet/like pieces I have no idea... But I want to know!
just so everybody in clear on this.
don't tell my boss though.
It's a good thing I'm a hardened urbanite.
Today I was waiting on North Avenue, munching on my lunch while waiting for my ditzy boss to pick me up. She'd dropped me off while she ran an errand, and I had her lunch too, in a bag beside me.
Well, first off these two... well, let me just say "street characters" since I really can't say if they were homeless or crazy or recovering from such. Soon as I looked up, I knew "here comes trouble." Sure enough, got the leer, the coming-too-close effect, and then the "You wouldn't buy a sandwich for two homeless guys, would you? We'll split it!" I said no because the bottom line is, I never give out money or food to anyone on the street EVER. I don't care WHAT they say or how they look either, I just don't. (If you were approached by people a few dozen times a day you wouldn't either.)
Anyway, those guys moved on but up comes something even worse. This time the guy is definitely of the crazy homeless variety, as demo'd by extremely eccentirc clothes, dreadlocks pointed in a dozen directions and a stink that could be smelled at 10 feet. Anyway, he's going past me and I'm just eating my lunch thinking to myself that only a few people on the street actually have any real style, like he does... and then he suddenly STOPS, comes up close right in my face, looks me in the eye really pissed off and says "What is WRONG with you?! You stay wrong like that, acting like that, then some man is going to come along here and KILL you! I'm not kidding, it'll happen." And then he walked off.
Gack! At least nobody's flashed me - yet. Knock on wood.
And anybody who says I'm callous... Don't even go there. We spend a LOT of time dealing with this problem in my neighborhood and it's NOT all whining, it's a lot or outreach and interaction and campaigning and reaching for understanding. BUT I have every right to be fucking pissed off at times.