05.18.08

One bad apple…

Posted in Jiffywoob's Palace at 1:21 pm by Nick

..spoils the carrot. 

This is becoming a pattern.  It’s sad, but true.  The Man, or in this case, the Bitch, continues to thwart my efforts at fun and joy. 

Yesterday, myself, and a few other people proffered fresh carrots to passersby.  We attempted to exchange them for goods.  We even directed traffic with them.   People laughed, many accepted a carrot with a “thank you,”  and many were confused, yet amused. 

Then, I meet up with our main photographer, who tells me that he met some vendor of one of those carts that sells worthless trinkets to gullible tourists who will buy a rock if it has “Boston” written on it. 

She told him that if she ever sees me again, she’s going to tell me to go to hell.   Ironic, of course, because I previously had offered a carrot to one of those Jesus guys.  I told him I’d trade a pamphlet for a carrot, but no dice.  He was very kind, though, and I chatted with him for a bit, and took a pamphlet anyway because he was so nice. 

But then, as we left the scene, the aforementioned vendor found me and accosted me, yelling at me that I was freaking out her customers (note: when I had been at her crap-cart earlier, several people laughed when I offered carrots, one customer even took one).  She said that I and my other “whackjobs” (quote) better stop offering carrots.  If I hadn’t been so startled by the tone of her voice, and had a bigger set of balls, I would have marched right back to her little crap cart and put carrots on all her worthless trinkets.   And I would have shoved a couple extra carrots where the sun don’t shine. 

But I was indeed startled, and do indeed own a very small pair of balls.

So this brings my accosted events to 6: 3 for chalking, 1 for carrots, and 2 for our subway beach party.  Yes, we’re weird.  But we’re harmless.  So many people are amused by our antics, and we meet a lot of neat people.  But there always seems to be that one person who can’t take a joke, and who ruin a day of fun.  It’s strange how one person’s negative actions can trump the positive actions of hundreds. 

Also, I was a bit disappointed that she never did actually keep her part of the bargain by instructing me to “go to hell.” 

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