As my brother and I were crossing the street earlier this evening, a man came up to us and said, “excuse me, I have these two things that I wonder if you’d be interested in.”
In his left hand was a paperback copy of The Gay Man’s Wellness Book.
In his right hand was a steam iron.
I don’t understand the world at all.
You really just have to love New York.
The other day I was walking down the street and this Jimmy Buffet wannabe (ie. old white guy wearing hawaiian shirt) was sitting there, strumming his accoustic guitar, and asked me as I passed, “Ya wanna go to Europe with me?”
I accepted the offer, but wouldn’t you know, he hasn’t called. It really is just like those jimmy Buffet types…