By popular demand this wonderfully insightful series shall conclude solely with strangers. Sorry family, but you were deemed too boring to participate (not my opinion…well…not totally).
Location: Times Square – NYC
Times Square – the official home of New Year’s Eve in the Western Hemisphere. The place where the ball drops! The home to Broadway with more singing and dancing per square foot than anyplace on Earth! The Crossroads of the World and generally a meeting place for every walk of life weirdo you can think of…from naked cowboys to the guy dressed strictly in toilet paper rolls. If it can be seen, you can probably find it in Times Square.
Most importantly, Times Square is the location of my next giveaway adventure. Things began as simply as they have in the past…the conversation went like this:
Me:”Excuse me sir, this is for you.”
Him: “What is this?”
Me: “It’s a dollar”
Him: “What’s it for?”
Me: “You can buy things with it here in America” (by the way…he was obviously American, but sometimes I can’t help myself but be a smart!@#)
Him: “Why do you want to give it to me?”
Me: “Why not you?” (the classic answer a question with a question when you don’t have a good answer)
Him: “Did I ask for a dollar?” (What’s with all the questions man!? Geez!)
Me: “No”
Him: “Did I drop it?”
Me: “No”
Him: “Where did it come from?” (at this point I debated telling him a story of how the mommy dollar meets the daddy dollar and then continue to explain the monetary birds and bees, but I held my tongue)
Me: “My pocket”
Him: “I do not want it” (at this point he begins walking a bit faster putting distance between us faster than Eliot Spitzer running from a brothel)
Me: “Sir please I want you to have this dollar. If you change your mind I’m right behind you”
So now I’m raising my voice in the street and have officially become one of Times Squares’ weirdos myself. Another dollar denied and I think I’m starting to form a rejection complex. They say all you need is a dollar and a dream. Apparently in NY you only need your dreams.
Location: Times Square – NYC
Times Square – the official home of New Year’s Eve in the Western Hemisphere. The place where the ball drops! The home to Broadway with more singing and dancing per square foot than anyplace on Earth! The Crossroads of the World and generally a meeting place for every walk of life weirdo you can think of…from naked cowboys to the guy dressed strictly in toilet paper rolls. If it can be seen, you can probably find it in Times Square.
Most importantly, Times Square is the location of my next giveaway adventure. Things began as simply as they have in the past…the conversation went like this:
Me:”Excuse me sir, this is for you.”
Him: “What is this?”
Me: “It’s a dollar”
Him: “What’s it for?”
Me: “You can buy things with it here in America” (by the way…he was obviously American, but sometimes I can’t help myself but be a smart!@#)
Him: “Why do you want to give it to me?”
Me: “Why not you?” (the classic answer a question with a question when you don’t have a good answer)
Him: “Did I ask for a dollar?” (What’s with all the questions man!? Geez!)
Me: “No”
Him: “Did I drop it?”
Me: “No”
Him: “Where did it come from?” (at this point I debated telling him a story of how the mommy dollar meets the daddy dollar and then continue to explain the monetary birds and bees, but I held my tongue)
Me: “My pocket”
Him: “I do not want it” (at this point he begins walking a bit faster putting distance between us faster than Eliot Spitzer running from a brothel)
Me: “Sir please I want you to have this dollar. If you change your mind I’m right behind you”
So now I’m raising my voice in the street and have officially become one of Times Squares’ weirdos myself. Another dollar denied and I think I’m starting to form a rejection complex. They say all you need is a dollar and a dream. Apparently in NY you only need your dreams.
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