I have a ritual that I do quite frequently in the summer. About 6:00 pm, after working at the computer all day, a take a walk to the Esplanade on the Charles River. I take a magazine or book and my HUGE mug with iced tea/water/whatever. I sit and read for about an hour. I then stroll up Newbury Street (aka Boston’s Rodeo Drive) and get a chocolate frap. I then sit outside the ice-cream store and “people watch” while I eat my frap.
The other night, I had my mug in my lap, and was enjoying my ice-cream — same as always. The next thing I know, I see this guy with some green in his hand, trying to put it in my mug. As soon as he realizes that there is something other than $ in the mug, he “aborts” and walks away.
Ugh. When will people ever get it?
on Jun 11th, 2004 at 2:09 pm
What are we supposed to get? That you’re a “normal” person having an ice tea by the river and not panhandling?
Is this what all black males who look tough go through: visual stereotyping? Maybe. But, the size of your mug may be part of the problem: I’ve seen it and it begs the question (pun intended).
I think you should wear a sign: “Give me money, I give you sex!”
on Jun 17th, 2004 at 6:38 pm
I LOVE that one called “A Break in the Routine”!!!!!!!