bone in sub

a couple funny interactions recently:

the yorkville mcdonalds, three times now: i buy breakfast (and am dressed well), and i am handed a newspaper without asking for one. i guess if i look like a young professional i must want a newspaper?

walking home, one of those sick kids people (who i know are paid to just be friendly and nice) strikes up a conversation with me, “hi! you coming home from work? looking good!”. whatever, a donation solicitor being nice, but specifically “coming home from work” is funny to me. when i wore jeans and a stupid ski jacket that never happened. a peacoat and and expensive pants and it happens twice in a week.

royal bank, this afternoon: my bank teller asks me if i’m coming home from work (!). i respond no, i’m on my way home from class, and he asks where i go to school and what i do. after we talk about music for a bit, he asks if i like indian music (he is indian). i tell him what i’ve studied and played in terms of indian music, and we talk about indian drums for TEN MINUTES. then it gets weird and he starts talking about a type of singing that can make it rain or make forests catch on fire.