Friday Night in Mountain View
This week’s dental work leaves me broke for a while. I’m pretty sure I’m overdrawn until payday. Good thing I pulled some cash out yesterday. Figured I’d stop and just look at people on Castro Street in downtown Mountain View, because I was feeling pretty alienated from everything and just wanted to look at some people. Ended up in a conversation with a theater boy named Tony and his girls, Angie and Rochelle (or something), who all work for some gym. Angie looked at my soft mid-section and demanded that I go into her gym so I can get started on a program. We’ll see.
One girl came up, stood next to me and asked, for some reason, “How come everyone has to look at me when I’m walking around? I mean, really.” I laughed, pointed out some fat guy sitting a distance away. “You’re friendlier on the eyes than him,” I told her. “You’re beautiful. Accept the fact that you’re going to get looked at.” She was cute, a tall brunette, but her whole valley girl accent and attitude disgusted me. I turned away. Ick. Some people’s kids.