Bald and The Beautiful
Hey J. It's D. Can you do me a huge favor?
Sure
I forgot my sheet music for this recital, can you bring it?
Absolutely, I will be there as soon as I can
So I jumped in the care and headed for Potsdam. Driving about 7 miles over the speed limit so as to go fast but not get pulled over. Just as I pulled into town she called me again to check my ETA. Feeling the pressure I picked up the pace a little bit. I was on the back road near Crane's (the music school) loading dock, when this big bald biker looking guy with his ear rings and goatee started yelling and waving his hands. He was walking these two very large dogs, and I thought to myself oh no he looks really angry maybe I was going to fast. So I dropped of the music and when I got back to that street there he was again. I tried going the other way but my little blue car apparently caught his eye. "Is this guy like the ex-con king of the neighborhood watch or some thing?" He starts waving and yelling again. My first impulse is to gun it and get the heck out of there but I refrain for fear that he has my license plate # and connections to the mob. So I slowly turn around and roll down my window, making sure the fire dept. Symbol on my shirt is showing (like somehow its going to get me out of trouble). Here it comes, I am ready for the irresponsibility lecture. He says, "Son, you lost a hubcap back there." "I'll give you a hand finding it if you want."
That's It, I thought, all that anxiety for a hubcap. ( which we found and put back on).
The moral of the story is no matter what someone looks like and no matter what kind of preconceived notions you have about someone, bald people help each other out.
Sure
I forgot my sheet music for this recital, can you bring it?
Absolutely, I will be there as soon as I can
So I jumped in the care and headed for Potsdam. Driving about 7 miles over the speed limit so as to go fast but not get pulled over. Just as I pulled into town she called me again to check my ETA. Feeling the pressure I picked up the pace a little bit. I was on the back road near Crane's (the music school) loading dock, when this big bald biker looking guy with his ear rings and goatee started yelling and waving his hands. He was walking these two very large dogs, and I thought to myself oh no he looks really angry maybe I was going to fast. So I dropped of the music and when I got back to that street there he was again. I tried going the other way but my little blue car apparently caught his eye. "Is this guy like the ex-con king of the neighborhood watch or some thing?" He starts waving and yelling again. My first impulse is to gun it and get the heck out of there but I refrain for fear that he has my license plate # and connections to the mob. So I slowly turn around and roll down my window, making sure the fire dept. Symbol on my shirt is showing (like somehow its going to get me out of trouble). Here it comes, I am ready for the irresponsibility lecture. He says, "Son, you lost a hubcap back there." "I'll give you a hand finding it if you want."
That's It, I thought, all that anxiety for a hubcap. ( which we found and put back on).
The moral of the story is no matter what someone looks like and no matter what kind of preconceived notions you have about someone, bald people help each other out.
posted by j. at
5:18 PM
5 Comments:
now I almost want to shave my head. almost.
I don't understand why people are so afraid of bikers. In general they are some of the nicest people I've met. There are always exceptions, but there are mean, nasty people everywhere. And I dare say that most of them don't wear black leather and ride a motorcycle.
Where do you find people like this? I mean, how do things like this happen to you and why are things that happen to you so funny? I just don't get it!!! I love reading your posts though.
Is there a similar bond between, say, six fingered men? And what about giants? Very curious.
I laughed when you told this story in the car, and I laughed again when I read it.
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