So Im at Newark Penn Station. I get a bagel with lox because I was craving one for brunch. While I'm waiting for the train, a bunch of pigeons start creeping towards me. Getting closer and closer. I start freaking out. I mean let's face it birds freak me out to begin with but pigeons are the worst!
And as they get close, I start shooing them away with my foot. At this point, this college aged girl in a college t-shirt with LV luggage and giant Dior glasses turns to me mid bb convo: "it's ok. They're just birds. They're just eating the crumbs on the ground." At that point, I'm like:
1.) why the hell are you talking to me?
2.) who are you that you think it's ok to think I'm crazy or something
3.) pigeons are just plain gross.
I look at her and I'm like "uh, pigeons are just gross." and start walking away. As I walk away, I hear her say in her bb, "omg, people in Newark are crazy.
I kinda laugh; I kinda want to turn around and throw a punch. Clearly I'm not from Newark because I'm taking a train out of it. I'm also not even scrubbily dressed! I'm in like a nice top and cardigan and pearls! Almost everything I'm wearing is from j crew. How dare she group me in with the crazy homeless and drunks of Newark!! Lol.
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Speaking of drunks in Newark, I'm now actually on the train. There's a sketchy looking puerto rican (or at least I assume puerto rican from the flag tattoo). He's shamelessly hitting in this girl. This girls a total guid in a black shirt dress that barely covers her ass, giant 4 inch heels with so much gold bling that I'm surprised that she can still walk. Oh yeah, she's also hairspraying her hair on the train. Best lines between them:
Girl: are you drunk or something?
Guy: well sorta -- I don't got work til Wednesday!
Girl: well shit, where's the bathroom? I gotta go.
She then gets up and leaves.
The guy turns to me, leans across the aisle: well shit, she was fiiine. So fine.
He gets up and walks back following her into another car.
-- Post From My iPhone
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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Welcome to my life, Q -- equal parts pigeons, guidos, and creepy men.
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