The jury's still out, apparently
Intersection A
Tuesday, 9:30 am. A red car stops for a traffic light.
Man Old Enough to be My Father: [Holds up a pair of green plastic frogs for sale, squeaks them engagingly]Intersection B
Me: [Shakes head, looks off in another direction]
MOEtbMF: How come you're so pretty?
Me: [Shrugs] Can't help it.
MOEtbMF: I like you. [Walks away]
Tuesday, 10:30 am. A red car slows, signaling a left turn.
Little Old Man with a Walker: [Dinky wave]
2 comments:
Can I just say this is strange, that I don't quite "get" intersection B.
Oh, I was afraid of that. I decided to risk it because the post is much perkier without excess explanations!
It's a callback to Thursday's post. Scroll down to the paragraph that starts "Being neither a woman nor a foreigner..."
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