Sunday, June 28, 2009

Gentlemen in the Rebel?

As some of you might know, I am currently having great fun manning a Fireworks Tent in york for my family. I love it. I am a workoholic. I don't know why I am here instead of there....

Anyway, yesterday, I was leaving the tent for a quick break in the rutters Gas station, whose parking lot we are using. As I got closer, a young man walked across the street perpendicular to the tent, and also headed for the door.

This young man was one of your more outrageous stylers. He was putting ON a T-shirt as he walked, because such things are necessary for entering a Rutters. His head was mostly bald except for an over-grown mohawk which began at his forehead and ended at the nape of his neck. (Overgrown meaning the hair was about 4 inches long...haven't seen that before!) He had an assortment of rings, peircings, and chains and his clothing was of the holier kind. (as in hole, not whole!) As we continued apace, it became apparent that he would reach the door before me. I mused as to what would come.

Sonce when do guys dare open doors for girls? Rarely! Most men don't risk it. He definitely doesn't look like the type of person who would. hmmmmm.....

Anyhow, as I approached the door, he swing it open for himself, and then held the handle gingerly, allowing me to grab it before he let it go. I thanked him (as I do for all men who do so for me) or rather, I thanked his back, as he was walking towards the deli, and proceeded to carry out my business thinking: "This will make an interesting Blog Post!!!!"

1 comment:

Sarah said...

well at least he held it open and didn't take a random fascination at something else.