Dear Streetcar Diary,
I just had a very disturbing experience on the streetcar. I saw a man (lacking in some personal hygiene) holding fliers for an anarchist meeting. First of all, I'm pretty sure anarchists don't meet-that would defeat their whole purpose, wouldn't it? Second of all, I would not want this guy as my spokesperson for anything. As he sat down in the handicap/senior citizens seats (I really have beef with perfectly capable people stealing these seats), everyone on the streetcar soon realized that his pants were too small to even attempt zipping. Yep, you got it...the whole streetcar, including women and children, got a very unpleasant view of an otherwise "secret" region of the body. To top it off, he wouldn't move over when a woman with obvious disabilities got on. Instead he made her squish into half a seat next to him. I hope this doesn't seem hypercritical, but all I know is-if that's anarchy, then I don't want it! So make sure to vote in November.
I just had a very disturbing experience on the streetcar. I saw a man (lacking in some personal hygiene) holding fliers for an anarchist meeting. First of all, I'm pretty sure anarchists don't meet-that would defeat their whole purpose, wouldn't it? Second of all, I would not want this guy as my spokesperson for anything. As he sat down in the handicap/senior citizens seats (I really have beef with perfectly capable people stealing these seats), everyone on the streetcar soon realized that his pants were too small to even attempt zipping. Yep, you got it...the whole streetcar, including women and children, got a very unpleasant view of an otherwise "secret" region of the body. To top it off, he wouldn't move over when a woman with obvious disabilities got on. Instead he made her squish into half a seat next to him. I hope this doesn't seem hypercritical, but all I know is-if that's anarchy, then I don't want it! So make sure to vote in November.
1 comment:
Wow, you're streetcar stories never cease to amaze.
I must tell you about an anarchist named Spencer who I went to high school with. He was in the habit of writing anarchy signs on anything he could get his hands on. Many a notebook and even a backpack fell victim to his anarchy signs, so all of us clutched our belongings in fear when he was nearby. So strike two against anarchy.
Oh, and I love your pic o' the week. Happy birthday Mike!
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