Friday, October 21, 2011
Don't call me dude, dude
I walked into T&D sandwiches yesterday afternoon after a half hour of searching for T&E sandwiches and waiting at least five minutes at each stop light as I drove around and around the intersection of Mowry and Blacow - man, these California stoplights are long - and ten minutes on the phone with Vanessa, my step-stepdaughter and mother of my gorgeous, edible, chubby-cheeked step-step grandson, who guided me past the Denny's to the shop. Ahead of me was a young guy with droopy pants and a baseball hat on backwards and another young man with a shaved head* except for a ponytail of dreads that reached halfway down his back. I think some of the dreads were extensions, but I couldn't be sure.
Dreadlock guy let the door close in front of me. I opened it and heard droopy pants guy snap at dreadlock guy:
Hey! You should open a door for a lady!
And he didn't even call me "Dude."
I have renewed hope for civilization.
* The Mohawk is also making a triumphant fashion return in the Bay area.