Sometimes you have a day that you totally expect to go one way, and it totally goes another way. I did a lot of things that I’d never done before today. First of all, at about 10:30 AM, I was skating from Barnes and Noble to Trader Joe’s to do my grocery shopping, and I got stopped by a cop who told me quite authoritatively that “YOU CANNOT RIDE YOUR SKATEBOARD ON A CITY SIDEWALK”, and who, after a few minutes of form-filling and consulting with his partner while I waited nervously, gave me a pink ticket that claimed that I was guilty of the “RECKLESS OPERATION OF A SKATEBOARD”. I was really worried that the guy was going to take my board (the brand new Four Loko Real deck that I just got yesterday), because he was being a total dick. It seemed like he kind of expected me to be as well (probably an assumption made about skateboarders), and I think I made things a lot easier on myself by being “respectful”, as he put it. The thing is, it’s not like it was a full sidewalk, or that I was going particularly fast. It’s just lame. But at least I still have my board, and probably no actual fine.
Also, I went through the process (very new to me) of going to an apartment open house later this afternoon. The guy who was showing the place didn’t give an address, he just said “on the corner of Broome and Elizabeth”, which, to my suburban sensibilities, sounded a little bit sketchy – so I brought my friend along. Of course, it ended up not being sketchy at all, but the apartment was a little bit silly. Being a Manhattan apartment, it’s of course going to be tiny, and it smelled kind of weird, and the shower was in the kitchen, but I was into it. Also, the broker was arguing with the owner while we were there…it was really weird. It started to get better, though, when the broker showed us his own place in the same building, that he’d decorated to actually look quite nice. So I followed him all over the east side attempting to have copies made of the application forms while he told stories about how he and his dad would go around Manhattan together in search of “beautiful girls”. Funny guy. It’s kind of a wack apartment, but the rent is insanely good, and the location is mega prime. A good place for a scofflaw such as myself.
So tomorrow back to reality for a few minutes, as I’m rudely reminded of all the homework I didn’t do while I was too busy being prejudged by an officer of the law and following an Israeli guy who looked like James Franco.