Odd Encounters
Nov. 2nd, 2013 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zzambrosius_02Last Monday I was working on a job at an office out River Road, near the Albertson’s north of Beltline. I was finishing up by dealing with some rather pesky English Ivy that the customer wants rid of. I had NPR in my earbuds, and the show was ‘All Things Considered’. As usual, I got from that show information (which interested me) and a moderate-to-conservative bias (which irritated me). Probably good to get both interest and irritation out of the media. I will worry if I ever stop feeling that.
Anyway, a pair of (probably) preteen girls came strolling by. They were watching me hack and yank as they passed. They were dressed nearly identically, in sneakers, tight jeans rolled at the cuff, tight jeans jackets rolled at the cuff, and their haircuts were about the same: short but not boy-style.
One of them stopped and said something to me. I stopped killing plants, stood up, pulled out the earbuds and said: “Hold on, start over, please.”
She then said in a mock-serious tone: “Did Burger King satisfy you?”
I looked away from her, processing such an odd question. Shades of Firesign or dada answers flitted around my mind. I’m sure I appeared kinda elderly and vague. Finally I looked at her again and said: “No, actually. I never eat there.”
She gave me a thumbs-up and strode away to catch up with her friend (sister? Twin?).
Th-th-that’s all, folks.
See ya.
Anyway, a pair of (probably) preteen girls came strolling by. They were watching me hack and yank as they passed. They were dressed nearly identically, in sneakers, tight jeans rolled at the cuff, tight jeans jackets rolled at the cuff, and their haircuts were about the same: short but not boy-style.
One of them stopped and said something to me. I stopped killing plants, stood up, pulled out the earbuds and said: “Hold on, start over, please.”
She then said in a mock-serious tone: “Did Burger King satisfy you?”
I looked away from her, processing such an odd question. Shades of Firesign or dada answers flitted around my mind. I’m sure I appeared kinda elderly and vague. Finally I looked at her again and said: “No, actually. I never eat there.”
She gave me a thumbs-up and strode away to catch up with her friend (sister? Twin?).
Th-th-that’s all, folks.
See ya.
