cowbellz's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sometimes i can't help it. this morning on the T, we were packed in on the green line. the train was air conditioned and the station wasn't, so being packed in like sardines actually wasn't so bad. i'm stood next to this guy with his button down shirt and untied tie hanging around his neck. i watched him try to tie his tie with one hand, while holding on to a pole with the other. not an easy feat while standing on a crowded moving train. it kept me entertained for a while. he finally got it right. but then he seemed bored and restless. there was a girl with long hair right in front of him standing with her back to him. he stared at her hair for a while, then absently reached out and stroked it. he stroked this stranger's hair. HAHAHA. she kind of cringed and took a step away but there wasn't much she could do, there wasn't any room to move. i feel for the guy. he seemed like a decent fella. and there are times when i do similar things without noticing. i've petted a few fur coats myself (while being worn by fancy ladies), i once got my hand knocked away by a boyfriend when i reached out to grab a kids cowboy hat off his head at the rodeo a couple years ago. one time i patted a cute little boy's head in passing in a circuit city and totally freaked out his father. i meant no harm to any of these people, sometimes you just kind of space out and can't help it. is that just me? 10:31 am - 02 july 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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