On the walk home this evening I had the following conversation with a mid-twenty-ish woman standing at the corner of Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. Blvd and 111th Street:
"Excuse me, can I ask you a question?"
I looked at her, slowed down, but didn't stop.
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you like women?"
"Yes. Uh..."
"Do you have a rubber?"
"I'm not interested."
"But..." she continued talking but I was already walking away.
Why did I walk away? Well, this beauty a further down the block caught my attention:
This elaborately carved coffee table is being thrown out. It is by the curb on 111th between Adam Clayton Powell and St. Nicholas. I was very tempted to bring it home but I already have a coffee table. Garbage pick-up isn't until Tuesday morning if you want to get it for yourself...
dear god, you can't just leave it there. it is art. can't you take the legs off it and hang it on your wall? save it, someone!
Posted by: isabel | 21 March 2005 at 10:35 PM
I would guess that no one sat on the uncarved side of the table... or maybe those people were not as fidgety.
Posted by: judy | 22 March 2005 at 09:21 AM
Why did I walk away? Well, this beauty a further down the block caught my attention:
uh. if you didnt see that table you would have stopped and talked more to that lady?
Posted by: rachelle | 22 March 2005 at 02:13 PM
I think it is in my best interest that I not answer that question!
Posted by: joe | 23 March 2005 at 09:03 AM