And you wonder why I’m a loner.
Good people… I work very near Madison Square Garden. There are generally a ton of people milling about at nearly every hour, every ding dong daddy day. Today was no exception. To make matters even more pathetically vivid, it was like 1,000,000 degrees CELSIUS. Yep, I was hallucinating that there were dancing freezer pops doing the funky chicken across 8th Avenue…then, natch some tourist type had to stop me in the blazing sun to ask me where Madison Square Garden was located. Okay, you know what? I’ve been that guy. It’s hot, you feel like you might be lost and then…nope, I’ve never heard this when I’ve asked for directions: “Umm, turn around and look straight ahead”
YEAH. Homeslice was standing facing uptown whilst asking the by now toasted and roasted,unfriendly in her aviator sunglasses, six foot tall black woman directions. I tried my best to glower at him, but I felt something akin to pity as I pointed past his little shoulder and said those words that turned his face crimson. It didn’t help matters that he had but a tenuous grip on the English language. I don’t know what language it was…it sounded a bit like Dutch–I’ve been studying it with Before You Know It software. (free and easy) Still, I couldn’t be sure. The look on his face was worth the price of admission.
He turned around and shook his head. I shrugged my shoulders and feigned a smile. “It happens. Have fun” I said and turned to walk away. You know, what with all the hub bub on the street, I’m not sure but I think I heard him say, ‘Bitch’.
Eh, there it is.
June 26th, 2007 at 11:17 pm
It’s people like that is also the reason I tend to stay to myself. I get tired of being stepped on by people ya know. Try to be nice to someone and they treat you like SH*T.. just wrong.
June 27th, 2007 at 5:21 pm
Eh, I thought it was kinda comical. I’m sure that he felt embarassed because he was right there, but I blame it on the fact that he was out of his element.
Sometimes, people need to lash out just to feel superior.
I know who I answer to and it ain’t some dumbass who couldn’t take the time to look around before asking for help.
Oh, that was mean.