-Two shoes on the sidewalk. Both the same kind of shoe, but both were left shoes, and both were the same size.
-An old man with a large pot belly, wearing only underpants, rollerblading past my house.
-"My leg's crooked, alright? My leg is uneven." From a woman walking around the corner, alone.
-"You don't want to be caught out in left-center field."
-Bus stop advertisement for real estate agent George Georgopoulous, email george@georgegeorge.com.
-On my first bus ride, a man who was denied a ride launching a ball of spit that hits the window beside my head.
-A recycling bin brimming with only discount brand lemon-lime plastic soda bottles.
-Another recycling bin with an enormous mirrorball balanced on top of it.
-A near victim to my own misplaced rage, a drunken undergraduate student who was pushed into me, recipient to my height and sharp words.
-Somewhere around fifty dogs chasing each other about a dog park on a late Sunday afternoon.
-Misty, a stranger, a drunken woman in a Team Canada warm-up suit, accosting me for my pants and then crawling under a table in an attempt to remove them.
-A million conversations about lost jobs and hard times.
-Late at night, a young man in his front kitchen window making a salad and a grilled cheese while I with my headphones stood and sang out quiet songs to wish a good meal.
-My own questionable voyeurism.
-"You look rich--are you rich?" and, "You've got pet hair on your face."
2 comments:
wherever you live sounds worse than where I live.
I live right where the east part of town meets the entirely different west part of town, which makes the mixtures of people I encounter very strange and a little funny.
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