Our German friends wanted to get some vinyl yesterday, so we took them to Amoeba Records on Haight.
AND we found a parking space.
As I was getting ready to put in the quarters, the meter flashed at me “Free”
I shouted “Free love and parking!”
and a tall sluffy man turned around as he walked by and said, “Amen sister!”
I flashed him a big-ol’-smile because SOMEONE needed to say that in the hippie-Haight-time-warp.
Later, tall sluffy man came up to me in the record store and asked me where I was from, because of my accent.
[Me thinking he is trying a *super-lame-pick-up-line* and flash another smile—i enjoy lame-o pick up lines, even though they never have the desired effect for the deliverer, because they are very funny]
I answer “Around here…”
He looked honestly confused, “Oh, I wouldn’t have thought so…”
now I think though…I have been running a joke that amuses me (maybe no one else) that I have an accent that no one can understand…since so often my quips fly far over the heads of others….
BUT ALSO MY REGULAR CONVERSATION! what…what is so hard to hear? I don’t know…
maybe I’m developing an accent of my very own….
*NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME*—-*I’M BEFORE MY TIME*