I guess I look the type.
Dallas is a different place than Austin.
I struck up a quick 30 second conversation with a girl whose car sounded like it was dying a slow and painful death, and she walked off to be about her business. 15 minutes later, she approaches me again.
"I know you probably don't know, what with the broken leg and all, but do you know where I could buy some coke?" She asks.
"Um... sorry, I don't really know," I reply.
She gives me a once-over. "Then you probably shouldn't wear a mohawk."
I'm a bit puzzled at this. "Is, uh, is that a sign here in Dallas?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well, " I think it over for a second, and say, "I'm not going to cut the 'hawk off, so I guess I better get in the know."
She sniffs, smiles, and starts walking off.
"Good luck," I say, as she gets into her car, and continues the process of slowly but surely killing the fan belt as she drives off.
Edit: And now a guy, who I didn't even see standing next to me, saw a businesswoman walk into starbucks holding a laptop, and talking on her phone. "Is this what the world is coming to? Talking on a phone, carrying a laptop?"
"Well, at least she's not driving," I reply and smile.
"Would you have figured out that the guy at V-tech was crazy if you were his roommate?"
I'm fucking stunned by this absolutely arbitrary and random track-change in conversation. I try to mumble an answer, but the guy cuts me off and continues ranting crazily while I - not breaking eye contact - start typing away in an IRC channel that if I die in the next thirty seconds, it was this crazy white guy with a crooked nose wearing a hawaiian shirt.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but fucking Dallas is weirder than Austin by leaps and bounds.
I struck up a quick 30 second conversation with a girl whose car sounded like it was dying a slow and painful death, and she walked off to be about her business. 15 minutes later, she approaches me again.
"I know you probably don't know, what with the broken leg and all, but do you know where I could buy some coke?" She asks.
"Um... sorry, I don't really know," I reply.
She gives me a once-over. "Then you probably shouldn't wear a mohawk."
I'm a bit puzzled at this. "Is, uh, is that a sign here in Dallas?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well, " I think it over for a second, and say, "I'm not going to cut the 'hawk off, so I guess I better get in the know."
She sniffs, smiles, and starts walking off.
"Good luck," I say, as she gets into her car, and continues the process of slowly but surely killing the fan belt as she drives off.
Edit: And now a guy, who I didn't even see standing next to me, saw a businesswoman walk into starbucks holding a laptop, and talking on her phone. "Is this what the world is coming to? Talking on a phone, carrying a laptop?"
"Well, at least she's not driving," I reply and smile.
"Would you have figured out that the guy at V-tech was crazy if you were his roommate?"
I'm fucking stunned by this absolutely arbitrary and random track-change in conversation. I try to mumble an answer, but the guy cuts me off and continues ranting crazily while I - not breaking eye contact - start typing away in an IRC channel that if I die in the next thirty seconds, it was this crazy white guy with a crooked nose wearing a hawaiian shirt.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but fucking Dallas is weirder than Austin by leaps and bounds.