I’m still learning (having not gotten very far since last summer), but I managed not to injure myself or any pedestrians today. I did a little damage to a young birch tree, but it should recover.
I did have an odd, brief conversation with a scruffy stranger. I was slowly (for I have no other speed at this point) rollerblading along the seawall, and he was walking in the other direction. As we near each other:
HIM: Is today Thursday or Friday?
ME: Thursday.
HIM: Thanks.
ME: Yep.
Weird, eh? I guess it’s just a grosser variation of ‘what’s the time’, but I’ve never been asked that by a stranger before.
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Sigh. It’s still snowy/icey here, so no rollerblading until — oh, April?
Here’s a strange snippet picked up yesterday, while walking down West Broadway, from a conversation between two women:
“Well, if anyone dies while I’m in Paris, I just won’t worry about it…”
Odd.