Today is Shemini Azaret.
I was walking to Main Street in the afternoon to pick up my lunch. While waiting for the traffic light, I was humming Debussy's "The Girl with the Flaxen Hair."
A middle-aged man approached me. The following exchange took place.
"Man . . . wow . . . do you play any instruments?"
"Erm, no."
"Come on man . . . piano? Guitar? I was in a band, and we're looking for someone . . . "
"No."
"Yeah yeah, I know this place in Central Square. There's a Chinese guy . . . Asian guy . . . long hair . . . You know this place in Central Square? Gah, I forgot the name . . . You know you can walk a few steps after where the bus stops. Lots of Indian people . . . and then Japanese . . . it's like Japan."
"Oh."
"Yeah man." (continue rambling)
"Sorry, what's this place you were telling me?"
"Here, let me show you my library card. Where do you go to school?"
"(my school)"
"Yeah, you can go to the Waltham Library. They have computers there, youtube facebook . . . Here let me show you something." (pulling up his jeans, reaching into socks.)
At this point I fancy him pulling out a knife and stab me in the chest. Yes, I'm going to die all because I was too polite to walk away.
Then he showed me his dragon tattoo above his ankle. "Yeah, I got this because I think it'll bring me good luck."
"Oh."
"Hey, I gotta go. I'm going this way."
"Bye."
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