Hey My Peoples,
I am a bit indignant about something which may or may not have happened to me. I have a female co-worker from Argentina – the South American quagmire of racial identity. She sometimes sits in my office to have lunch and we talk about Buenos Aires, my favorite writer Borges, Diego Maradona, cocaine abuse and other soccer related things. We have had some cool conversations over the last year.
I ran and make it just in time onto the train before the doors close and I see my co-worker and being an idiot go over to say hello. When she catches this mass of milk chocolate goodness (with a white chocolate center) coming towards her she pulls her purse/pocketbook closer to her and stares ahead to avoid eye contact. The train aside from 3 other people is empty all at the other end of the cart. I sort of stop in my tracks, a little hurt as this is someone who I have broken bread with, not literally as I eat soup a lot for lunch during the winter and she likes salads. Old school rules of being a gentleman stipulate that someone who you willingly eat with and is good company should be treated a certain way.
I have no interest in this woman sexually, I don’t want to put any stabs on her with the meat knife – that kind of fish looks like it will flake easily after its done. She is super skinny and barely 100lbs wet, it would be pendicular, vehicular, homicide. I just found it kind of cold the pulling of the purse closer to the body I figure that my work ID, book bag and copy of Orhan Pamuk‘s Istanbul Memories and the City send the message that I am not a thief or a lowly miscreant.
So Question of the day :
Please let me know, in the mean time
- Book Review: The Museum of Innocence by Orhan Pamuk (blogcritics.org)
- Orhan Pamuk’s Unlikely New Role (themillions.com)