Oh, the joys of being a lady on the streets of New York City: it’s probably best to take all events, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. [Thanks, Dickens]
Scenario One: Age of Foolishness
I was walking up my street to procure some chocolate and beer [pre-Snatched, naturally]. While chatting on the phone with my mom, I could feel the person next to me pacing me. I slowed down a bit and caught a glimpse of a very tall gentleman out of the corner of my eye. As I slowed down, he did as well. It was so surprising, that I just stopped walking while still trying to carry on a conversation.
He stopped, too. And stood in front of me.
“Can I help you?”
“Whoa. You don’t need to be like that. I just wanted to ask you for your phone number.”
“Uh. No. Sorry.”
“Yeah… You should be…”
And then he walked away.
WHAT!? You guys.
WHY would you think it’s ok to just ask someone for their phone number when you’ve never said HELLO or even asked their name?! WHY?!
Scenario Two: Age of Wisdom
Yesterday, after leaving my first Snatched class and strolling across 40th Street, from behind me I heard a gentleman say, “Excuse me, miss. You dropped something.”
I turned back to see what could have possibly fallen out of my bag. I didn’t see anything on the ground.
“It was your halo…”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. It was so cheesy and wonderful at the same time. “Why, thank you!”
“No. Thank YOU. God bless you.”