This morning I met two interesting people.

The first was a black guy with a wide-brimmed hat in an expensive car. It would be unfair to describe him as a pimp, as he wore no purple nor tiger stripes nor bling, and I can't remember whether his car was a Cadillac, but that was nevertheless the impression I got.
He greeted me with, "Hey, um, do I know you? You look familiar."
"No."
"Are you sure? Eric, wasn't it? What's your name?"
"John."
"Oh, hmm. Where are you going?"
"Home"
"Want a ride?"
"No thanks."
"Are you gay or straight?"
"Ha!" I laugh. For some reason, I think it's really hilarious when people do exactly what one expects, and this guy definitely seemed to have sex on the mind. "Straight." I figured accuracy is less important than making sure this guy doesn't get any fancy ideas.
"Oh, man, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."
Then I walked away.

On the whole, I think the experience brightened my day. It's nice to know that I'm attractive enough for people to hit on me, even if they are creepy gay pimps.

The second person was an old white guy walking down the sidewalk, alone, saying out loud, "I'm not going to shut the fuck up, don't you ever tell me to shut the fuck up again," over and over. This kinda broke my brain for a moment.

Current Music: Iceman (the band, not the Mega Man stage!)