Yesterday I was walking by Hudson River Park. It had been a
long week. Sunday I had one gig in Port Jeff and one gig in Yonkers all in the
same day. Monday it was web stuff and more book stuff. Tuesday it was not one
but two telegrams and then of course picking up my audiobook. Wednesday it was
more telegram deliveries. Thursday was being Paris Hilton and hearing some of
my book. Friday I had to track down my new May because the Post Office lost
her. I ended up finding her but still, it was stressful.
Anyway, I was walking by the boardwalk and decided to just
try to see if I could balance on those side thingies, you know. That is when
this dude who is running breezes by and slaps me a high five. Okay, it’s
summer. Whatever. It’s finally warm. People are in a decent mood. I jumped down
from the thingie and proceeded to continue.
As I continued I saw this gaggle of young men swarm by on
skateboards. As they came upon me, they began to hoot and holler. Swarming
around me, they each slapped me a high five. What the hell was going on? “Yo,
wassup!” The blonde one said.
“Wassup?!?” The black one said. While times have changed,
most skateboarders in my day were white stoner kids.
“You’re hot.” A third one said. They all had black shirts on
with the name of some sort of skate shop. I began to wonder what the hell was
going on. This day was indeed very strange in sort of that dream sequence kind
of way.
That is when the black skater said, “Yo, will you say
something for our camera?”
“What are you filming?” I asked unsure of what was going on.
“Oh Shreddy TV. That is our network.” The black skater dude
answered. He seemed to be the brains of the operations. “Say you are with
Justin Adams.”
“Who’s Justin Adams?” I asked now very confused.
“I am.” The guy standing next to me explained. He looked to
be ethnically ambiguous and was slightly taller than I was. Nonetheless, he was
good looking. His arm was wrapped in a cast in an ace bandage.
“Nice to meet you,” I said going to shake his hand.
“Easy. Just broke the thing.” Justin explained.
“So I say, ‘This is Shreddy TV and I am here with Justin
Adams?” I asked.
“Nah, just say this is Shreddy TV. That will be easier.” The
black skater with the camera commanded.
“Okay.” I said. And that is when I gave the line. Afterwards
they asked me to pose for a picture. And then they thanked me.
“Thanks so much, you are so cool.” The blonde white skater
said.
“Hey, anything for random guys I meet at the pier.” I
replied still confused as to what actually happened and how this thing just
transpired out of no where.
“So you’re Justin.” I said turning to Justin not sure of
what to say.
“Yes he is, and that is a pro you are standing next to.” The
blonde explained. “And we are Shreddy TV. We all like the page on facebook.
Friend us.”
Just as he boys sped off Justin hung back and chatted with
me for a few more minutes.
This is how the exchange went
Justin: We should hang sometime. I have a sweet assed loft
in Brooklyn.
Me: Okay.
Justin: You’re mad hot.
Me: Thanks.
Justin: Do you smoke weed?
Me: No.
Justin: Do you drink? There are a shitload of good bars in
my hood.
Me: Not a drinker either.
Justin: What do you do?
Me: Chill and have fun.
Justin: I can chill and have fun.
Me: Fair enough. What’s your sign?
Justin: Virgo.
Me: Libra
Justin: Right on. Lets exchange numbers. Are you a West Side
Girl?
Me: Yes sir.
We exchanged numbers and that is when his skater posse
beckoned for him. There was more hot wheeling to be done. Just as I was about
to cross the street to go home I came across the runner who high fived me once
again. He approached me and said, “Hello Beautiful, we meet again.” That is
when he took my hand and kissed it. I stood in shock. What the hell had just
happened? I asked myself this. I bid him goodbye and a good night because what
exactly do you do when you have had an evening like this.
That is when I determined that yes, there are only some
things that can happen to me.
xoxoxoApril
I Came, I Saw, I Sang: Memoirs of a Singing Telegram Delivery Girl
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