Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I MAINTAIN MY RIGHT TO WALK!!!
Yes, that is right...I maintain my right to walk...even though if you walk around here, you seem to be misconstrued as either a homeless person or as a prostitute. I seem to be confused as the latter.
I love to walk...always have, always will. I have been enjoying our new neighborhood, by walking around it. I love to walk down Hollywood Blvd. Down to Wilcox. Then take a right and continue down to Sunset Blvd and head home. It is a nice five or six mile walk every day.
On Friday, I was down on Sunset, and an old man drove by me very slowly. He motioned for me to come up to the car. I thought he was just being nice, thought that my car had broken down, perhaps...and was only trying to make sure that I was okay...but I was wrong...
He drove around the block and pulled up next to me as I continued to walk. He patted the empty passenger side seat and motioned for me to get in. What the fuck? I mouthed "no" to him and continued on. He pulled around the block again and drove slowly motioning for me to get in...I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to talk on it...actually, I was fully prepared to call 911 should he stop and try to talk to me because at this point, I realized that he thought I was a prostitue. He saw me on the phone and sped away...
But another car pulled up to me and the driver proceeded to do the same thing. Then, in the parking lot of 7-11, a young man held up a bong and motioned for me to get in the car with him. I busted our laughing...
What is going on here? Now, I realize that I wear short skirts, but they are plaid or black and funky and most of the time I look like a rocker, not a hooker...so, unless there is a new brand of "punk rock prostitues" around here, I don't know how I could be misconstrued as anything other than a girl simply out for a walk in the middle of the day (it is always broad daylight when I am out walking, mind you)...
Another car pulled up next to me. Well, I had had enough...I stormed up to the passenger side of the car and said, "I vowed to myself that if one more person stopped to proposition me, I would call the fucking police. You don't want to be that person, do you?" The driver said, "no."
"Then I suggest you keep driving and don't look back, " I said and he sped away...
But my god, I realize that people don't walk out here, but I grew up in rural Indiana and spent seven years in Boston and where I come from, we get our exercise the old-fashioned way...we walk...
So despite what people may or may not think about me around here, I maintain my right to walk, goddamnit...
Yes, that is right...I maintain my right to walk...even though if you walk around here, you seem to be misconstrued as either a homeless person or as a prostitute. I seem to be confused as the latter.
I love to walk...always have, always will. I have been enjoying our new neighborhood, by walking around it. I love to walk down Hollywood Blvd. Down to Wilcox. Then take a right and continue down to Sunset Blvd and head home. It is a nice five or six mile walk every day.
On Friday, I was down on Sunset, and an old man drove by me very slowly. He motioned for me to come up to the car. I thought he was just being nice, thought that my car had broken down, perhaps...and was only trying to make sure that I was okay...but I was wrong...
He drove around the block and pulled up next to me as I continued to walk. He patted the empty passenger side seat and motioned for me to get in. What the fuck? I mouthed "no" to him and continued on. He pulled around the block again and drove slowly motioning for me to get in...I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to talk on it...actually, I was fully prepared to call 911 should he stop and try to talk to me because at this point, I realized that he thought I was a prostitue. He saw me on the phone and sped away...
But another car pulled up to me and the driver proceeded to do the same thing. Then, in the parking lot of 7-11, a young man held up a bong and motioned for me to get in the car with him. I busted our laughing...
What is going on here? Now, I realize that I wear short skirts, but they are plaid or black and funky and most of the time I look like a rocker, not a hooker...so, unless there is a new brand of "punk rock prostitues" around here, I don't know how I could be misconstrued as anything other than a girl simply out for a walk in the middle of the day (it is always broad daylight when I am out walking, mind you)...
Another car pulled up next to me. Well, I had had enough...I stormed up to the passenger side of the car and said, "I vowed to myself that if one more person stopped to proposition me, I would call the fucking police. You don't want to be that person, do you?" The driver said, "no."
"Then I suggest you keep driving and don't look back, " I said and he sped away...
But my god, I realize that people don't walk out here, but I grew up in rural Indiana and spent seven years in Boston and where I come from, we get our exercise the old-fashioned way...we walk...
So despite what people may or may not think about me around here, I maintain my right to walk, goddamnit...
Comments:
Post a Comment
