Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A guy stopped me in the mall right outside the bookstore entrance wearing an A & F polo, jeans fashionably holey and pinging on his iphone and asked me for fifty cents-- I assumed he meant money as I rarely carry rap artists around in my purse. I looked at him for a minute, I never know what to say in these situations and I could hardly pretend I didn't hear him when I was nearly close enough to read his text message. All I could think was, fifty cents? Was the guy in that need of a handful of Runts or a bouncy ball? The guy was dressed better than I was and standing in a mall! In the end I told him I was sorry but I was saving up for an iphone. I think he felt sorry for me.