August 8, 2008

we hold hands and fight

Twice in two days I ran into the same guy, standing in the middle of the sidewalk trying to stop people to tell them about ACLU. He was a tall lanky dude with a grizzly beard and geek-chic glasses. He was wearing a plaid shirt the two days, possibly the same shirt. The first time I was in Chelsea, running errands for my boss at my internship.
I said Sorry when he asked, raising my empty hands as if to say, I haven't got the time.
The second time, I saw him was on Bedford the next day as I was rushing to Juliette for training #2. He asked again. I said sorry again.
I said, I remember you-- Chelsea!
He said, I remember you too.
I said, No you don't. And ran off.

They call them "Chuggers" in England. Short for "Charity Muggers."
I don't know if we have a name for them stateside, other than "vaguely annoying."
I am being followed by Chuggers. I don't like it.

Yesterday the man at the Union Square Whole Foods' smoothie counter asked me if he could help the next customer. I wagged my finger at him and said "No!"
He looked confused. I looked at the customer after me. He looked confused also.
I felt bad for a blink. Sorry, I said, I'm just busting chops.

And then the smoothie man laughed and said, "That's good, you're funny."
J grinned at me and we waited. J said he was nervous coming back because he had just stolen snacks for the movie while he was waiting to meet up with me. I said, it's ok- they don't call the cops here. Are you sure, he asked. Yeah, I said. We'll talk about it in the car.

We sat on the steps of the park as a Tibetan rally formed behind us. Nothing we discussed was of consequence or weight. It was nice. As we were explaining how we met to Simone later on, I said he was a friend of a friend from school. And then he proceeded correct me because that isn't actually how we met at all and then he recounted in detail exactly how we met, back in October. Things I didn't even remember. We haven't seen each other in 11 months and picked up like it had been 11 days or something like that. It's a rare thing.

I won't be getting much sleep for the next two nights, I know.

*update: 8/8/08 circa 9:15pm
I just ran into that SAME chugger dude AGAIN. On the L. He glanced at me and then shyly averted his gaze. I just about rightly struck the fear into the boy last time and he must've remembered his puppydog shame. YESSCORE.

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