Thursday, December 15, 2011

My adventure in saying something to a stranger where I would normally not

So I walked into the subway.
There was this guy past the turnstiles with red hair and a beard.
A short beard, very short.
Reddish orange, the beard.
His red hair was down to his chin or so. Kind of curly, I think.
Well, it was just really cool. He rocked his red hair.
He stood
(leaned?)
against one of the columns
in the middle of the Grand Central subway stop.
I took note-
-he had a bag that could have been luggage-
-maybe not, but what was he waiting there for?-
and passed by
almost got to the place where I would go down the stairs
thought for a bit
looked back at him
thought for a bit
then turned around, went up to him
said "Excuse me,
I just wanted to say that I  
appreciate your hair.
Have a good evening."
And he said
"Thank you"
in an pleasant smiled manner
(and an akin-to-British accent).
(Then I noticed that he was well-dressed and the accent made sense.)
And I skedaddled off and
went down the stairs.
I might have looked back once, I forget.
That was my adventure in saying something to a stranger where I would normally not.

2 comments:

crees said...

I like this. A lot.

MEM said...

Thank you, crees. Truly appreciated.