Day 2: The search continues for the missing hairbrush. In the meantime, I will continue to rock the ponytail/headband combo.
I was an unwilling participant in some homeless man’s bizarre attempt at matchmaking on the train. It was late, after 9pm, on the Brown line home tonight, and I was starring out the window, half listening to an inane conversation the disheveled, toothless man sitting across from me was forcing upon the somewhat less disheveled man sitting behind me.
Homeless: You homeless too?
Almost Homeless: I ain’t rich.
Homeless: What you need is a good lady…
In the reflection of the window, I could see Homeless gesture in my direction. At this point, I started thinking:
Oh God Please No Please Don’t Talk to Me Please No Oh God.
Almost Homeless: I already got a lady.