So I go to leave work tonight at 11:30. Its Friday night and I don’t want to have a good time, I want to go home on the T, pack and go to bed. Its all I ask. So the stupid Prudential stop is closed for whatever reason and I now have to walk several blocks to copely rather than just down the escalator. Ugh. I’m carrying a large bag and I’m tired so this walking crap only complicates matters.
I start my walk. Its not a bad night out. I’m breathing some fresh (humid and heavy) air and I’ll be home soon. As I near my last block, closing in on the library and passing Solas I hear a clicking sound. That toungue click from the roof of ones mouth sound. I don’t think anything of it and ignore it until I’m cut off by a black car, one of those business men pay to be driven around in, and theres a man leaning across the seat saying ” I just have a question, please answer, please”. So since I can not really keep walking as the stupid car is in my way I agree. The question is this, “Are you European?”. To which I laugh, roll my eyes and say, “no not at all”. He continues to ramble about how I look very European and I have a European style. I smile and say thank you and start to walk around the car. He is now saying “wait wait, just a minute” while pulling the car ahead, double parking and jumping out, walking towards me, as I cross the street. He isn’t sketchy really. Wearing nice clothing, not a bad looking guy, but definitely in his 30’s or so. He introduces himself as Phillip as I continue walking and asks my name. He also asks what I do for a living and compliments me on my cute European style (I’m wearing red maryjanes, grey pants, and a black tank top). As I say I must leave he offers me a ride, then rambles about how he is from France and in France you can trust people, but not here. I smile and nod and say thank you, but I really must get going. He begs for one more question and I relent telling him it better be good. After some more rambling, while doing a bit of a dance, side stepping his feet, touching one to the other, he sighs and holds his hands up kinda near my face. He says “Just put yourself in my shoes, for a moment, you have such cute European Style, I could not help myself.” I smile and say that I really can’t spend any more time with him, shake his hand goodbye, and try to walk away. But he won’t let go. He must say more. HE says, “tell your boyfriend he is very lucky”.
All because the stupid Pru T stop was closed.
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