Cracks me up that I'm the "Talk to Random People on the Street" person surrounded by "ACK! HUMAN! GO AWAY!" people.
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
Natter 57 Varieties
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aims - Apr 03, 2008 7:17:35 am PDT #9167 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
beekaytee - Apr 03, 2008 7:19:08 am PDT #9168 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Dick Cheney in Maine (we also discussed deviled ham)
As in, he IS one? i.e. evil pig?
If this ends up being a recurring dream t /hope kick 'em one for me.
Fred Pete - Apr 03, 2008 7:20:21 am PDT #9169 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Happy Birthday, Tom!
Sue - Apr 03, 2008 7:23:13 am PDT #9170 of 10001
hip deep in pie
I found people in New York to be surprisingly friendly and helpful. I tripped over some pavement and fell on 5th Ave and three different people stopped to help me up.
§ ita § - Apr 03, 2008 7:27:52 am PDT #9171 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I sat next to this woman on the bus yesterday that was having a most exuberant phone conversation. Exuberant enough that I knew she'd talk to me as soon as she hung up. And she did. I'm not sure what was up with that. At the bus stop I'd had an older guy stand just out of earshot and mumble things to me, to which I just smiled and broke eye contact. I do know he called me a pretty young lady, which, at 39, he can stick up his weirdo butt.
I don't in general mind talking to strangers. When I do mind it is when I may ever have to encounter them again and remember them from Adam. Can't promise to do that.
beekaytee - Apr 03, 2008 7:28:09 am PDT #9172 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
People often say that folks in DC are unfriendly...so I guess I go out of my way to counter that. And, of course, I have the benefit of living in an actual neighborhood, from which I seldom stray...so that might have something to do with the disconnect.
It's funny. I was born in FL, grew up in CA (parts of which I loved...I'm looking at you San Diego and Carmel), but I believe I did not come fully alive until I landed on Capitol Hill.
§ ita § - Apr 03, 2008 7:29:01 am PDT #9173 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, Sue, I'd love that recipe too!
Actually, for black people there are totally different rules of talking to strangers.
Sue - Apr 03, 2008 7:31:14 am PDT #9174 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Oh, Sue, I'd love that recipe too!
I'll post it when I can find it.
Actually, for black people there are totally different rules of talking to strangers.
There are? Like what?
Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 03, 2008 7:32:27 am PDT #9175 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Pretty much everyone in Boston seemed nice and friendly enough on my various visits there. Except the maniacs that were driving. But then again I apparently project as fairly stand-offish in the South, so maybe I just fit in better there?
I'll rent cars and drive in LA despite unexpectedly ending up in Hermosa Beach on one occasion. And drive through Dallas and Atlanta even if I grumble a bit at the traffic. Even hitting the Beltway in Washington during rush hour with a splitting migraine didn't put me off driving like my first trip to Boston did.
tommyrot - Apr 03, 2008 7:35:12 am PDT #9176 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The other day there was this crazy white guy on my train. He was in his late 50s, and going on very loudly and very angrily about how kids today are too lazy to work or something. Thing was, he was arguing with a group of black teenage girls. It was weird - they were arguing back but also making fun of him. I couldn't hear a lot of what he was saying, on account of everyone yelling at once and whatnot....
Eventually the engineer arranged for the police to meet him at a train station.