Weird guy at Duane Reade
Last night I was wandering around Woodside for about an hour, killing time while waiting for Jammie’s train to arrive. Around 8pm, I sit down on a bench in front of Duane Reade and notice a man eyeing me. A minute later he walks over and says hello. I reply, “hi.” He asks how I’m doing and I say something like, “Oh, just fine” in a dismissing tone. Apparently I have a very good dismissing tone because he walks away without asking me for money.
But then he wanders back a minute later and asks if I can spare a dollar. I tell him no and he jokes around with something like, “What happened to the days when they asked you for a quarter? Now it’s always a dollar! Ha ha.” He apologizes for asking, we bid each other farewell and he leaves again. What’s strange about this guy is that he’s clean cut, dressed nice, speaks well and clearly isn’t used to asking strangers for money.
Here’s the bizarre part…he comes back again and apologizes, once again, for asking me for money. Then he tells me, “We’re out here looking for someone” as he walks off, and in a reassuring tone he tells me that I’m not the one “they” are looking for. A few seconds later he’s disappeared around the corner, behind Duane Reade and out of sight. Cop? Crazy man? Homo? All of the above? You be the judge…
Tonight we’re going to see Avenue Q. Last night we watched the American Idol premiere, which is only the 3rd time I’ve ever watched it in the 4 years that it’s been on. I’m having a great time here so far. Over the weekend we visited some motion picture historical place which was lots of fun. I rewired Jammie’s TV and installed shelves in the kitchen. And next week we might see Billy Joel. Here’s a few pictures…
Jammie being a weather girl on a chromakey screen | |
This is some weird strobe light animation thing. It ruled. | |
After installing shelves, I OMG HAX some washers on the table. |
That just gave me the greatest idea in the history of the universe!
You should do a video where you just walk around for a whole day saying nothing but “Cactus” to everybody you talk to.
Homo/Crazy guy/Cop: Can you spare a dollar?
RBCP: Cactus?
Homo/Crazy guy/Cop: Huh?
RBCP: CACTUS CACTUS!
Home/Crazy guy/Cop: Whatever… *Walks away*
Oh wait, I guess that’s really not that funny, is it?
Damn.