September 1, 2011
9. Newblog2011: 09/01/11 "Ya need a shart."
On my way back to the library this afternoon, I walked by a guy who was at least in his 50's and who was selling Boston t-shirts off a cart. I don't know if what he said as I walked by was directed at me, but here's what he said:
"C'me-ah, ya need a shart. We'll take YAWR shart."
I got up this morning and put on the shirt I'm wearing now, which is what I was wearing when I walked by the cart. It's the same shirt I've worn all day. It's not a revealing shirt at all. I'm also wearing jeans and sneakers. I guess I'll write NO CODE here. I'll do that, this time. I don't want to do it again, to be honest; I've been avoiding using the word "sneakers" for months, even though sneakers are the only shoes I've worn for a year. When you're being stalked and harassed, you put off, until such time as you would like to think is in the future when you won't need to worry about it anymore, wearing shoes such as sandals that you couldn't defend yourself in or run away in.
That guy gets a Made Me Laugh In Spite of Myself Prize. Maybe I shouldn't give him one, in light of how serious everything that's been happening is. However, it's the kind of thing I could see him having said regardless of the present situation; somewhat funny, and I think probably not unkindly meant.
Who is he? He's just some guy selling t-shirts. He didn't mean for me to take him seriously, right? It's not as if he's the PRESIDENT or anything, for whom saying such things is REALLY SERIOUS AND BAD.
The President DOES NOT GET a Made Me Laugh In Spite of Myself Prize. He has not once received one, and his chances for it don't look good.
Copyright L. Kochman, September 1, 2011 @ 1:41 p.m./addition @1:52 p.m.
9. Newblog2011: 09/01/11 "Ya need a shart."
On my way back to the library this afternoon, I walked by a guy who was at least in his 50's and who was selling Boston t-shirts off a cart. I don't know if what he said as I walked by was directed at me, but here's what he said:
"C'me-ah, ya need a shart. We'll take YAWR shart."
I got up this morning and put on the shirt I'm wearing now, which is what I was wearing when I walked by the cart. It's the same shirt I've worn all day. It's not a revealing shirt at all. I'm also wearing jeans and sneakers. I guess I'll write NO CODE here. I'll do that, this time. I don't want to do it again, to be honest; I've been avoiding using the word "sneakers" for months, even though sneakers are the only shoes I've worn for a year. When you're being stalked and harassed, you put off, until such time as you would like to think is in the future when you won't need to worry about it anymore, wearing shoes such as sandals that you couldn't defend yourself in or run away in.
That guy gets a Made Me Laugh In Spite of Myself Prize. Maybe I shouldn't give him one, in light of how serious everything that's been happening is. However, it's the kind of thing I could see him having said regardless of the present situation; somewhat funny, and I think probably not unkindly meant.
Who is he? He's just some guy selling t-shirts. He didn't mean for me to take him seriously, right? It's not as if he's the PRESIDENT or anything, for whom saying such things is REALLY SERIOUS AND BAD.
The President DOES NOT GET a Made Me Laugh In Spite of Myself Prize. He has not once received one, and his chances for it don't look good.
Copyright L. Kochman, September 1, 2011 @ 1:41 p.m./addition @1:52 p.m.