Sure he normally talks me up when I stop in during my dry cycle at the Laundromat next door. It’s painful, but usually lasts only long enough for him to package up a vegetable samosa for me.
I grab it and I’m out.
Today the scenario went as usual; small talk, samosa, exit.
Fifteen minutes later I’m pulling garments from the dryer, turning on my toes to reach into the back of the dryer, and he’s suddenly appeared next to me. Same crazy eyes minus the white apron and chef’s hat.
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The guy at the falafel place has taken it too far.
Posted in boyfriend, girlfriends, stalker on 04/03/2010 | Leave a Comment »
“You smoking a joint?”
Posted in Brooklyn, stalker, Subway, Summer 2008 on 03/16/2010 | Leave a Comment »
That’s the question I didn’t hear thanks to the headphones that are permanently attached to my ears when I’m out in public. I’d just surfaced from the subway, on my way home from playing 10 games too many of Candyland while watching a friend’s 5 year old in Queens, I wasn’t in any mood for discussion let alone with a stranger. But he was in my peripheral, a tall man who’s age I couldn’t determine, I could see he was laughing. This laughter was directed at me. And here is where I remove one earbud, simultaneously signaling an interest in this silent joke and making my first big mistake as a single woman living on her own in the city.
