I've got to revive my "Urban Tales" category. I had a blog a year or so ago that wasn't food related, and I included various tales from living in a very urban, downtown environment. They are seldom food related, but who else can I relate these little moments to, if not you guys?
SCENE: THE BUS STOP
TIME: 7:30 A.M.
An elderly woman is there, and she frequently talks to me. Sometimes she's a little batty, sometimes funny, sometimes smart. Sometimes all three.
Elderly Woman: Are you Catholic?
Me: No.
Elderly Woman: Oh, I was hoping you were.
Me: Actually I am, baptized anyway. Just not a very good one.
Elderly Woman: I recommend you work the rosary IMMEDIATELY.
Me: I see. Perhaps I will.
Elderly Woman: The throne is vacant. That's code.
Me: Pardon?
Elderly Woman: THE THRONE IS VACANT. That's code and it's very devilish. Are you a Mason? That code is very bad news for those who know what it means.
Me: No, I'm not a mason. My grandfather was.
Elderly Woman: (Looks at me like I suddenly stink) Get away from me. Stand way over there. SHOO!
oh my nothing like a little battiness at 7:30 in the morning
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