Things said to me by strangers on the street this week:
Be careful and don’t go near Moore Park. Some people just stole all of my stuff. But I got it back. homeless woman on Wilmington Street, who wanted directions to a church, but no money, and was worried about my safety
You get home safe now. twelve-year old kid on a sidewalk, two hours after the previous conversation, concerned that I was walking home in the dark, which completely unnerved me
I like your blue shoes…. whispered to me by a shy office worker in a crosswalk who was looking at her own feet as I walked by
Did you see that woman? She is trying to get us killed in the crosswalk. fellow pedestrian angry that a driver tried to help by stopping and waving us across the road, and talked about it for the duration of the McDowell Street stoplight. Which is a long light, my friends
Are you lost, darling? out of an unruly mob half a block from my house, preceded by weird whistles which were more bird calls than catcalls, in my first unpleasant walking-home encounter in years
It was the day before Halloween, and there were Furries everywhere in a snippet of overheard conversation from people attending the Animazement convention downtown
Did you get everything dismissed? at the crosswalk on the way to work, a block from the courthouse, at 8:00 a.m., in the worst pick-up attempt I have ever witnessed
I love you too murmured gently to me by a homeless man in a crowd on the benches on Fayetteville street at 7:55 a.m.
It’s been kind of a weird week. You?