It Was A Cold And Windy Night  

MissAnnThrope 56F
11679 posts
12/8/2005 8:37 am

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It Was A Cold And Windy Night


So, the only time I'm getting out anymore is if I have to work. Last night, I sat around a small cafe in the East Village, making no money, but I'm there the first Wed of each month. It was so bone chilling cold last night, only one person came in to see me, she's in every month, she gets the 5 minute free reading and then monopolizes me as much as she can, as she talks.

But it was cold last night. I mean, in the 20s. After an Indian Summer that extended nearly to December and then temperatures that were moderate, a sudden drop like that makes it feel so much colder.

The wind was blowing too, putting the windchill in the low teens. So, what do I see walking in front of me from the subway? This woman who had to be an escort. She was in four in spiked heels, her coat was above the knees, her dress was shorter. The kicker? No pantyhose. I was close enough to see she was bare legged. Bare legged! In that biting wind! I was in flannel lined jeans and kneesocks and my legs were barely warm enough. How the hell was that woman not freezing her ass off? I noticed she definitely didn't know how to walk in heels, so perhaps the extra work was keeping her legs warm. But no hosiery in this sort of weather? For those of you who have never worn a skirt or dress, let me tell you, the wind will whip up under your skirt. Pantyhose or in this weather tights, do help to keep your legs and other parts warm.

Now, I'm assuming she was an escort, from the style of the shoes, the length of the skirt, the lack of hosiery. If she was, how little was she charging that she couldn't afford $2 on the subway or bus? And if she wasn't an escort, the woman is just crazy, going out with bare legs in that kind of weather.

How cold did it get last night? Cold. At the moment, it's only warmed up to 27. It might get to 34 today.

Otherwise, the night was uneventful. But I did notice something odd. I decided to take the crosstown bus leaving, instead of waiting forever for the L train. L train, every 15 to 20 minutes. M14 bus, every 45 seconds. Now, here in NJ, whether it be the commuter bus or plain old NJ Transit, everyone says good-bye or thank you to the bus driver. Always. Everyone. Even the addicts who fall asleep on your shoulder. Well, I said, "thank you" to the NYC bus driver as I got off the bus, to get a connecting train up to midtown. I think I'm the only person who has ever said that to him getting off the bus. His face lit up, he was suddenly friendly instead of surly. Even his voice changed.

Don't you people who live in NYC ever say thank you to the bus driver? Try it sometime. The results can be amazing.

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
12/8/2005 9:13 am

Maybe she was only a part time ho. I hope you made that bus drivers day, its amazing what a little kindness can do for a person.


caressmewell 53F

12/8/2005 9:16 am

A little courtesy goes along way, people should try it more often.


redmustang91 57M  
8663 posts
12/8/2005 9:17 am

The things we do for love. A frozen snatch would not be that thrilling to me! Shocking but not arousing.


rm_VoodooGuru1 49M
2053 posts
12/8/2005 6:59 pm

Maybe she was a sub? Her Dom(me) told her to come over immediately? And I missed the part where you explained why you think she couldn't afford the subway.

When I visit NYC, I always bring my Opie-Cunningham-small-town-fuck-manners with me. I even thank the Korean deli people. But when I'm on extended stay, I lose them over about a week.


rm_goddess1946 106F
13518 posts
12/8/2005 10:21 pm

I always say Thank You...
Two most important words other than I love you.......

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Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...
{=}


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
12/8/2005 11:04 pm

no panty hose...short skirt...didn't know how to walk in heels...has all the symtoms of a man in drag. Well, anyway, even though I'm from surly New England, I always say thank you to anyone in the service industry and I always try to tip well.


SpaceRangerNJ 55M
4687 posts
12/10/2005 1:01 pm

It's amazing how many folks in retail respond the same way when you take a second to recognise that they are a person (above and beyond being polite). I love to see the smiles it gets.


MissAnnThrope 56F
11488 posts
12/12/2005 10:33 am

Lianna, most are part time hos. I don't think most women could deal with 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, with a 15 minute smoke break and an hour for lunch. Not without becoming bow-legged, that is. And I hope I made that driver's night too. Just about every passenger was surly.

caressmewell, yes, a little courtsey does go a long way. However, the Christmas season in NYC brings out the exact opposite in just about everyone. You start out all happy and cheerful and after encountering the 200th rude shopper or tourist, you turn into Scrooge. "Excuse me." becomes, "What the fuck is your problem, you stupid asshole? If you push me one more time, I'm pushing you in front of a bus!"

red, you were picturing the icicles, weren't you?

Voodoo, the bit about her not being able to afford the bus or subway was an insinuation of her being a cheap whore. But where are there still Korean deli owners in Manhattan, other than Chinatown? Just about every bodega and deli I've been in in the city for the past few years has been run by Pakistanis.

goddess, I tend to agree. Not to mention, people bandy around the phrase, "I love you" to the point where it tends to lose its meaning. Unless said in a sarcastic way, "Thank you" still has meaning.

Atomic, you're a native Masshole? And she wasn't a man in drag. Men in drag, at least the ones I've seen, know how to walk in heels.

SpaceRanger, when I worked in retail, few people treated us like non-entities. A few were so bad, they brought me to tears. Not while they were in front of me. I would hold my ground. But as soon as the person behind them said, "I can't believe how well you handled that. She would have made me cry." that's when I'd burst into tears. I wasn't about to give the person who upset me the satisfaction of knowing she upset me. But lately, I've noticed a trend with the Brooklyn emo hipsters. They treat anyone but one of their own as well, garbage. They all need to be tied down and forced to listen to death metal and watch movies that aren't foreign, until their heads explode. They also have to come to grips with the fact they're working as waiters and waitresses. There were a few who met in the cafe where I was on Wed. night and they were cracking me up. All aspiring writers, talking about the importance of Rod McKuen. God, I couldn't wait to get out of there.


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