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What you want when you walk down the street
Today I was walking down the street with J without really thinking about anything, and we encountered a toaster sitting on the sidewalk. It was in good condition, clean, with not too many crumbs lying around below the coils. It was meant for four pieces of toast."I really could use a toaster," I said.
"Why don't you take it?" she said
"It's too big. Let's see what else we find," I replied, and we continued down the street.
A few houses later, there was a dart board. It was not just a dart board by itself, but one that was mounted in a wooden box, with the doors slightly ajar and names of high scoring dart players in columns on both sides.
"I don't really want a dart board," I said.
"I couldn't remember what the name for that thing was," she said.
"Let's keep going and see what else comes to us," I decided, and we walked on.
A few houses later, we saw the a chair with a metal frame and a kind of plastic back and seat. It was the type of chair someone would have in his patio or back yard, weather-proof and perfect for sitting and drinking summer cocktails.
"This is a neat chair, but I don't think it's right for me," I said.
"This chair looks crooked," she said
"It's not really crooked but it certainly looks crooked, and besides, where can I put it, my fire escape? So I can get tickets from the city?" I made my judgement and we kept moving East.
A few houses later, we became completely distracted by the overtly gay mannequins in the windows of the shops. It wasn't just one shop. It was two, three, then four. We were in Chelsea, after all.
After that, I couldn't really wish for anything, except maybe straighter-looking mannequins.
posted by a girl @ 21:16
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