April 16, 2012
"Nice day, isn't it?"
I looked over at a guy sitting on a blanket 20 feet away. He was smiling at me. His socks were balled up into his sneakers and his pasty feet were chillin' in the sun. He wiggled his toes.
"It sure is," I said.
"What's that?" He cupped his hand behind his ear and leaned forward.
"I said, 'IT SURE IS.'" A girl reading a book a few feet away glared at me. So did a couple laying on the grass.
"'So," he yelled, "do you come here often?"
I'm gonna stop him right there. I don't feel like shouting to a stranger in a public park. I just don't. So, I didn't answer him. I didn't respond. Fuck it. He's too far away and he's ruining everything for everyone trying to sustain boring small talk with me and I'm not having it. Sorry, but them's the breaks, buddy!