unmemorable, unamusing anecdote with many inconsistancies and unlikelihoods. FAILED TO ENTERTAINLast night I wanted something from 7-11 so I walked over there but the door was locked. I was forced to go to AM/PM instead. They're both right by the house I live in but AM/PM is closer. I just prefer 7-11.
Anyway, coming back I saw this black woman on the sidewalk dancing and singing. I don't know what she was singing but she was really into it. As I got closer to her she said hi and I said hi back. I said, "you're really on a good one, huh?"
I meant that whatever she was high on had really worked. So then she decides we're friends and she pulls out this wad of dollar bills and asks me if I'm going to AM/PM. I told her I was and she said, "Can you get me something," and starts trying to hand me cash. I asked her if she was banned from that store and she said she was.
Wouldn't that suck? There are people who act up in the store and get banned. They can't get anything even if they have a handful of dollar bills. She could walk to 7-11 which is close but maybe they've banned her, too. After that the next closest store that is open late at night is about ten blocks and she would have to walk through some dark areas to et there.
What happened is that the police decided it would be a good idea to destroy the homeless camps on the north and south sides of town and the homeless didn't vanish into thin air as I assume they were supposed to. instead they started camping out in town and so what used to be a quiet little walk to the store is now like a zombie obstacle course.
Anyway, I assumed this woman wanted me to buy alcohol for her and instead of taking the money I said, "I can't buy alcohol if that's what you want. I don't have my ID with me."
This made her angry. Where she'd previously been like the lost Supreme doing her choreography and backup singing to an imaginary Diana Ross and having a good time, her mood totally flipped the switch.
She gets right up to me less than a foot away and says, "What's wrong with your haircut?"
She told me! I guess she doesn't know that I gave myself this 1988 Martin Gore haircut on purpose!
Maybe she didn't get it because I wasn't wearing the bondage/heavy metal gear.
Anyway, I thought that "what's wrong with your haircut" was a great thing to say to someone when they tell you that they can't/won't buy you alcohol with your own money, but her mood change and the way she got so aggressive wasn't really fun and I just said, "Okay, I'm done here," and walked off without further incident.