Sunday, June 21, 2009

vignette 1

Friday night I caught a short handsome man in a sweatsuit looking at my shoes. I wanted to be sure so I danced a little, walked a little, and sure enough he was still watching. I got on the train and stood next to him. He burst into a big smile and a thick Italian accent and told me they were the best shoes he had ever seen. I was getting out a piece of paper to write where I had got them, when I accidentally fell onto a 7 foot man with long curly metal hair. I said sorry, and he said, "It's alright, your shoes are really awesome."


Arthur Anchors said...

I love that story.

Version #2 said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is delightful as well. I say "as well" because I know I say a lot of things are delightful, but it's because they are!

Jendar said...

only in nyc.