oh no, he's baaaack...

i had the funniest thing happen to me. i was sitting on the train today (friday afternoon) getting bumped here and there by people in a rush. and this guy with about 10 little grocery bags full of food managed to drag them over me & sat down next to me. i determined not to lose all my space to his groceries, so he moved them & apologized. no prob.

so i'm sitting there reading sweet thursday & he starts reading over my shoulder. and says, "popovers. i make good popovers." i look at him & think to myself, hmmm, and of course he says "i'm a pastry chef." oh yes. of course, he's THE pastry chef that tried to pick me up b4. who still has dirty fingernails. and he rambles on about cigarettes or cigars and buying them on deserted street corners in columbia.

i try to imagine if he tries to pick me up again whether i should say "yeah, we've been over this b4" or just pretend i'd never seen him b4. to my happiness and annoyance, he didn't try. that means i didn't look yummy like i had b4 in my cute little suit.

oh well. i guess that means no pastries!