Monday, April 30, 2007
how may i assist you sir?
ear candy: imogen heap - speeding cars
I must be carrying my concierge approachability charm outside the confinement of Meritus Mandarin Hotel because even young little juvenile delinquents come to me for assistance.
While waiting for the 913 to arrive, a chinese-faced mat resonating adolescent youth, complete with prototypical blonde hair and distasteful graphic tee, conveniently settled his behind right next to where I sat. He was definitely a little too close for comfort. He kept his head down like a mortified hermit crab, ocassionally clearing his throat and spitting his germ-infested oral fluids all over the cement floor.
After some time, the young one decided to further invade my personal space of aloof dignity by opening his mouth to communicate, much to my amusement. He asked me for some spare change to ride the bus. I commented, with a hint of ridicule, on how he had been waiting at the bus stop without actual transportation money.
My fingers digged through the coin compartment of my wallet, which stored a couple of British and Australian pennies (some bellmen liked sparing me their tips that came in the form of foreign currency) and managed to find one 10 cent coin. I told him that was all I had and passed it to him. Before boarding the bus, the funny in me was tempted to sarcastically encourage him to rob an old lady for quick money because the brother looked the part.
PEACE AND LOVE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [8:50 PM]