Monday, January 21, 2013
we are gone
The city feels deserted this holiday Monday. I felt like a chump rushing around to do errands. But we did get that 11-day weekend over the holidays. You won't hear me complainin'.
At an intersection, I saw a car with an enormous, day-glo pink mustache affixed to its grill. Why? Then again, why not? The car behind it was driven by a man with a cigar stub clamped between his front teeth. Windows all rolled up, I noticed. No opinion on whether those two cars are traveling together.
Then, the man crossing the street on foot, going the opposite way, let out an exasperated sigh as he passed, having had to reroute his trajectory twice to avoid me. It was as if he'd been forced to avoid me at every intersection and now he'd finally had enough. SIGH. Yeah, well, same to you, pal.