Marla, ya big tourist part 2: annoyed again
I tend to do this cute, excited run when I’m walking downstairs to the subway. Why, on such a gorgeous day as this of course I did it.
I’ve got my iPod and sunglasses—clearly giving off the “don’t talk to me” vibe—when some doucher with clear sunglasses and a popped collar (yeah, a popped collar) walking dead-ahead of me notices my hurried pace and it looks to me like words are spewing out of his trap, words directed to me.
I pause my iPod and quietly, innocently mutter, “What?”
Danny McDoucher replies, “(stupid macho laugh) Are you trying to get on top of me? (stupid macho laugh)”
Out of pure bewilderment I awkwardly reply, “Uh…uh…uh…no…..” I’m also trying to figure out if this was worth pausing Colin Meloy for.
Danny must have thought I was offended or about to whip out the claws, because all of a sudden he said, “Aw it’s cool girl, it’s cool!”
Still bewildered, I reply “Uh…uh…okay(?)”. I dart to the other side of the platform, and make sure we don’t get into the same car.
The only thing that goes through my mind for the next twenty seconds is “Did that happen, and if so, what was it?”
I guess karma knew I hadn’t had a douche encounter in awhile and decided after I was rude to suburban families on Michigan who were cramping my style, it was time for payback. Damn it.
