As an everyday pedestrian you start to notice that if you take the same route to work every day you will see the same people also traveling along your route, sometimes staying with you until 5th Ave, where they break right toward Washington Square Park and you continue on toward St. Marks Place. Sometimes brushing shoulders on the subway steps as you head into the City and they plod into Jersey for some god-forsaken job, probably in used car sales or travel booking. It reminds me of that archaic hockey game where the players have a metal rod shoved up their asses and they're only allowed to travel in a single line back and forth. Such a dull and painful existence.
I've passed some of these people so many times that I feel like I could fill the questionnaire out for them...
The first person I recognized was traveling along my route was, from the looks of her, a 29 year old lesbian probably named Sarah or Valerie or Clementine - okay probably not Clementine, but she was definitely a lesbian. I know this because she's never once in the whole year we've 'known' each other acknowledged my existence. She'll be the first of my Q-people that I bet I'll get at least 99% of the questionnaire right just from passing on a daily basis (and/or following around throughout the week).
She shops at Urban Outfitters for her basics but gets all her favorites at chic throwback spots like Beacons Closet. I know this for a fact because we fought over a Prince and The Revolution Tee that was on clearance for $9.99 last week, I won but it doesn't really fit yet cause I still have my winter weight on, an essential for surviving NY winters, or at least that's what I tell myself while I make my way back to the grill for another weisswurst at Radegast Hall and Biergarten. It would've been way to big for that skinny bitch anyways!
She is always listening to the newest stuff like Blind Pilot and The Secret Life of Sofia. I can tell this little fact because when I walk behind her I notice she's always looking down at her Zune, checking the name of the song - remembering it's title in her head so she could spew it to her friends later on when it comes on at Am. App. to prove that she was on top of her shit when it comes to finding the newest music around! What a god awful existence, always trying to culturally keep up with the Jone's, or in her case, her lesbian friends.
She works with customers, at a coffee shop, it's called Grey Dog Coffee. I know this because it's right across from my office so I happen to be there a lot because like most virile males in their late 20's, I have an unhealthy relationship with caffeine and a need for every woman I encounter to notice me. Even if the message of notice comes from the shop manager - "sir your staring is making Valerie very uncomfortable, I'm going to have to ask you to leave" - she still noticed.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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I like this post! These links are interesting, even though I didn't click on one of them. What part of the city r u from? Do u ever go 2 williamsburg? I like the Upper Upper West Side. You should come to coffee shops around me.
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