The other night, my friend J and I had a hankerin' for ice cream cones, so we ventured over to the McDonald's by my apartment. Other than outrageous tourist traps selling cones for $7, McDonald's is the only choice, and it's a dollar. Plus it is soft-serve, which is apparently lower in fat. It may be all chemicals, but it tastes pretty good. I don't know why I'm justifying our choice like this, I need to move on with my typing here.
So we're in McDonald's, in line, and there are two ladies standing in front of us, feverishly analyzing the cost-effectiveness of the various choices before them. Apparently they only had a couple of dollars. I am guessing, but their gaunt appearance and pasty complexion, they spent the bulk of their cash on meth but needed some fuel before going out to turn tricks. But I'm not one to make snap judgements.
As we were staring at them, J pointed out the taller woman's bag, a deep red plasticy-alligator skin print monstrosity with a silver disc bearing the name "Versace" glued on.
"I think that's a Versace," J said, pronouncing it Showgirls-style, as ver-SAYce. I snickered, not because I cared about the bag either way, but because I love anything Showgirls-related.
And they turned around as we were looking. We seemed rude. Honestly not wanting to offend them, I came up with the quickest story I could.
"This is the color red I want to paint my living room," I said, as I pointed to the bag. Never mind the fact I don't live in a space with a living room, but she didn't know that.
And her friend, the meth-ier of the two, perked up, and launched into an in-depth explanation of the design element known as the "accent wall," painting one wall a bold color to liven up a space. She explained why that shade of red creates depth and warmth, but using it for the entire room would be overpowering.
They then asked for two orders of fries and paid for it in coins.
It was a most educational interaction. As we ate our cones, we saw them pass by the window a few times; I hoped they would come in again, as I needed to ask them what color I should paint my kitchen.
Happy Birthday, Dan! I hope it was a good one! Cute pups!
Posted by: Trinity2 | July 03, 2009 at 09:52 AM
these bitches are the same problem i just talked about in america.
http://itaintwilliam.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-accenting-something.html
fucked up
Posted by: willam | July 04, 2009 at 11:54 AM
such a clever boi are you, but think twice before you slam people paying for food w/ change. several years ago i was homeless in sobe, and i used to get change out of fountains and from the ground around parking meters so that i could buy a little food. i lost 37 pounds in the several months i was in sobe. i was thin, and i paid for food w/ change, but i wasn't a meth head, sometimes pulling my money w/ some other person was all i could do to get a little food instead of picking out of the garbage from the beach snacks in front of the ritz or down along niki beach. i usually laugh @ your stuff, but you can be a real asshole even if you don't know it.
Posted by: marcula | July 05, 2009 at 05:41 PM