“How ya’ doin’?”
It kind of caught us off-guard while we were locking the bikes to the parking meters in front of the Polish bakery. Maybe the Wolfman Jack tone of his voice added to the surprise. We looked up and saw an older black guy ambling along the sidewalk in a matching velour sweatsuit and carrying a shiny cane.
“Good, how’re you?" I replied.
“Looking good, looking good. Bottom line – you look good.”
We weren’t even wearing matching team jerseys. But we looked good. Bottom line.
maybe just YOU looked good. it's a real honor to be admired by the homos.
ReplyDeleteIt's moments like that when I think "I just might like people after all".
ReplyDeleteSeem to be hanging out alot at the polish bakery these days...
ReplyDeleteI think you look like shit.
ReplyDeleteSeem to be hanging out alot at the polish bakery these days...
ReplyDeleteWorse places a man could hang out, and his shoes are looking good, looking good.