mercredi 27 février 2008

Walking in LA part II

The title walking in LA reminded me of when I was walking in LA on Monday. From the downtown central library to the metro stop. A man with a wig (or maybe it was his real hair?) that was fuzzy, blonde, long, and curled like something George Washington might have worn to court, came up to me. He was perhaps mentally ill or maybe drunk. His accent was Scottish or British or fake, but I had seen him bothering someone else a moment before. The man asked me if he could ask me a question. Tired, sick, and ready to go home, I looked him in the eye (which was about two feet away from my face) and said, "no." And he didn't.

That was definitely not the same Hillary that two months ago would have crossed the street to avoid passing by a possibly mentally ill or homeless person. This job has been good for me already.

1 commentaire:

Molly B. a dit…

This commenting is fun! Go Hillary!