Coffee Table Declarations
Monday, April 28, 2003
I'm really big on walking to places lately. I don't know why it seems like the coolest thing to have places to walk to from my apartment. I feel like I live in the big city! (But really, I so do not live in the big city.) This weekend I walked to a carnival down the street and all the while I was there I kept thinking, "how cool is it that I walked here?!"
I grew up in a residential neighborhood with nothing good to walk to. But I had this friend in my early high school years who lived around the corner from a movie theater. It was one of those old theaters where the movies are cheaper and they serve ice cream in the lobby. The funnest thing in those days would be sleeping over her house and walking to the theater for a movie and ice cream and then walking back all by ourselves. Sometimes we even met boys for "dates". Those were innocent times.
Anyway, I went for a walk today and a couple of strange things occured. The first was a teenage boy walking toward me holding a bag of the type I guess you would call a "potato sack" over his shoulder. He was grinning wildly to himself - I know he wasn't grinning wildly at me because he was looking off to the side as if sharing an inside joke with an imaginary friend. Before our paths crossed he ducked into a building and I noticed that written on his bag were the words "Property of Columbia".
I continued on my way and struck up a conversation with a police woman at an intersection where I needed to cross. All of a sudden, as she was in mid sentence, she yelled at some guy driving the wrong way down a one way road. It was funny because she's like "yes the weather really is gorgeous... WRONG WAY!!!... especially after the winter we've had." That cracked me up.
I grew up in a residential neighborhood with nothing good to walk to. But I had this friend in my early high school years who lived around the corner from a movie theater. It was one of those old theaters where the movies are cheaper and they serve ice cream in the lobby. The funnest thing in those days would be sleeping over her house and walking to the theater for a movie and ice cream and then walking back all by ourselves. Sometimes we even met boys for "dates". Those were innocent times.
Anyway, I went for a walk today and a couple of strange things occured. The first was a teenage boy walking toward me holding a bag of the type I guess you would call a "potato sack" over his shoulder. He was grinning wildly to himself - I know he wasn't grinning wildly at me because he was looking off to the side as if sharing an inside joke with an imaginary friend. Before our paths crossed he ducked into a building and I noticed that written on his bag were the words "Property of Columbia".
I continued on my way and struck up a conversation with a police woman at an intersection where I needed to cross. All of a sudden, as she was in mid sentence, she yelled at some guy driving the wrong way down a one way road. It was funny because she's like "yes the weather really is gorgeous... WRONG WAY!!!... especially after the winter we've had." That cracked me up.
