Tuesday, August 24, 2004
( 9:42 AM ) teahouse
Yesterday I ran into Creepy Downstairs Hippie Guy Neighbor. He's in his 50s, lives with his invalid mother in the apartment below mine, and is constantly shoving handmade flyers under my door, with captions like, "Save our country; don't believe the lies about Iraq and 9/11, Down with Bush!!"
He's always trying to get me to hang out with him, and says creepy things to me. Like, "Are you a model? Wanna go get a cup of coffee sometime?"
This time he accosted me in the stairwell as I was leaving for work. "Hello, darling, do you want to come to one of our anti-war rallies this weekend? I'm staging a play and I need someone to play the merciful goddess Kwan Yin and bring her message of peace and non-aggression to the world. Would you like to do it? Did I ever ask you whether you're a model? You look like one."
"No thanks," I muttered.
This time he was not so easily deterred. He followed me into the street, shoving flyers at me and saying, "Well, if you can't make the rally, maybe we could go get a drink sometime...."
I finally got away from him by saying, "Sorry, gotta run!" and then, quite frankly, sprinting toward the subway. In high heels. Not an easy task, but I fortunately rose to the occasion.