I Saw You
I read "The Stranger" website, an alternative weekly out of Seattle, because it has some really interesting stuff. Like this, by the many writers on staff, of people they saw around town (warning- some fairly colorful language and discriptions of adult situations):
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/i-saw-you/Content?oid=4447679
A few of my favorites:
I saw you at your little lemonade stand, where you were explicitly, according to your prominent signage, selling LEMONADE, as also indicated by the bowl of fresh lemons on your little table. Crystal Light, my little friend, is not lemonade, especially not for a dollar.
I saw you right after I jaywalked across Madison Street and you were holding a cane and you warned me not to jaywalk in that intersection because you had done the same thing at the same place two days earlier and a car had hit you, necessitating that cane. I haven't jaywalked there since and just wanted to thank you.
I saw you playing with your little girl at Magnuson Park and she had a crooked ponytail and bare feet and when I introduced myself by saying, "I want to steal your child," an admittedly creepy thing to say, you just smiled and said, "Thank you."
I saw you doing a slow balancing dance on a downtown sidewalk crowded with shoppers and office workers leaving for the day, you big and shirtless and wearing a cowboy hat, standing on one leg, making arabesque gestures while you eased down and touched the sidewalk with one hand, then easing back up and switching to the other leg, over and over again, while a cop leaning against a building with his arms folded watched you with a perplexed expression that seemed to say, There isn't a law against a big shirtless man with a cowboy hat doing a slow balancing dance on a crowded downtown sidewalk, but there should be.
Have one? Post it in a reply.
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/i-saw-you/Content?oid=4447679
A few of my favorites:
I saw you at your little lemonade stand, where you were explicitly, according to your prominent signage, selling LEMONADE, as also indicated by the bowl of fresh lemons on your little table. Crystal Light, my little friend, is not lemonade, especially not for a dollar.
I saw you right after I jaywalked across Madison Street and you were holding a cane and you warned me not to jaywalk in that intersection because you had done the same thing at the same place two days earlier and a car had hit you, necessitating that cane. I haven't jaywalked there since and just wanted to thank you.
I saw you playing with your little girl at Magnuson Park and she had a crooked ponytail and bare feet and when I introduced myself by saying, "I want to steal your child," an admittedly creepy thing to say, you just smiled and said, "Thank you."
I saw you doing a slow balancing dance on a downtown sidewalk crowded with shoppers and office workers leaving for the day, you big and shirtless and wearing a cowboy hat, standing on one leg, making arabesque gestures while you eased down and touched the sidewalk with one hand, then easing back up and switching to the other leg, over and over again, while a cop leaning against a building with his arms folded watched you with a perplexed expression that seemed to say, There isn't a law against a big shirtless man with a cowboy hat doing a slow balancing dance on a crowded downtown sidewalk, but there should be.
Have one? Post it in a reply.