florafloraflora (florafloraflora) wrote,
florafloraflora
florafloraflora
  • Mood: tired
  • Music: Blue Nile, "Stay Close"

St. Valentine and the Ten Miles of Bad Road

I was probably suckered tonight, but I don't really feel bad about it. I worked late, until 8:45, on the data conversion for Boondoggle 2000. Not exactly the most romantic V-Day ever, but with the Mr. in Durham it hardly mattered. [I had sent him a little iTunes playlist with "Stay Close" by Blue Nile, a song that's had me mesmerized ever since I heard it on Pandora. Is it wrong to send a love song by a guy singer to a straight guy? At least there were plenty of girl singers on there too.] As I was making my way to the bus stop a woman wished me Happy Valentine's Day, then proceeded to tell me an elaborate story about waiting for an emergency shelter. Supposedly she'd just been divorced after 25 years of marriage, yet somehow wasn't homeless, and had never been in this situation before. She didn't look good, more like she'd been "rode hard and put away wet" as V. with the junkie ex-husband likes to say. The upshot was that she had a current bus pass to sell (which somehow had been given to her by a lady who didn't speak a word of English--hmmm).

My bus wasn't due for a few minutes so I had some leisure to think about it, and I ended up giving her some money, a very fair price, for the pass. I didn't have much confidence in her story about the divorce and emergency shelter, and I doubted she would spend it wisely, but it was cold out and somehow what she did with the money didn't matter to me just then. I figured that if she spent it on a drink or something more exciting it might keep her comfortable as she passed out in a doorway, or maybe it would mean one less blowjob she'd have to give, or maybe she'd even just go home and spend it on something nonlethal but stupid. It's a chance I was willing to take, and hey, I got a bus pass out of the deal, a bus pass that got me onto two different buses and will be good for the rest of the week. I just hope it wasn't stolen.
Tags: all about me
Subscribe

  • I know it's wrong but

    I can't help wanting this shirt. I could do without the Hello Titties though.

  • Today's guilty pleasure

    Sitting on the couch this morning, late for work, rereading parts of The Believers by Zoë Heller while listening to "Let It Bleed": two great tastes…

  • That book meme everybody's doing

    #1 What author do you own the most books by? It's probably Shakespeare, not because that's what I read most often but because I'm awful about…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    switch
    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    Help
  • 6 comments