Somewhere in California, on a Thursday ...
Two tales about jaywalking:
The first one goes like this ... I was churning along (on foot) and I see the light turn, right? and I see the cop on the other side of tha road, see? And I goes, "OK, he's gonna see me if I defy this light, and cross lickety-split, but I actually feel more HONEST going for it, 'cuz that's how I feel, don't wanna put on airs just for him, and I would done it anyway, if he was there or not ..." So I did it, and he goes, "Hey, kid! Come here ..." Busted, but at least I followed my feelings. And he gives me this song and dance about how dangerous it is, and yadda-yadda, and I gor, "Right." And he told me that a jaywalking ticket is like, one hundred and forty dollars, "And I have the ticket book right here in my pocket!" But I had the 140 in my pocket, too, so I just thought, "Yeah, um, go for it!" And then he says, "It's for your OWN SAFETY, man!" And then I was just like, Ohhh gawd - pleeze! But what came out of my mouth was,
"Wow ... you actually BELIEVE all that shit!"
Jaywalking story #2:
So I'm crossing a random street, as some random person does so at the very same time, and we're both in a (relatively) random mood, except for the fact that we're scurrying to avoid the on-coming traffic, who is quicker and bigger than us both. Never met, but we both high-five as we cross by ... and I yell from the other side of the streety,
"Jaywalkers, UNITE!"
And she gives me a sly smile (it was a brilliant moment!) and a screech of approval, and we both go on our opposite merry ways ...
-Todd
Posted by calico at January 04, 2004 01:22 PM