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Mar. 19th, 2006 12:22 amThe man grinned, and held out a Sony Walkman. "Five bucks."
I must have looked astonished. "Uh."
"You got tapes?"
"No..." I shook my head. "No thanks."
He turned away, and glanced down the street. "What's wrong with everybody?" he muttered quietly.
Postscriptum. I think I'm going to Sakuracon next weekend. Won't see you then! ^_^
PPS. Actually he got on the same bus as me. He couldn't sell the Walkman to anyone else either; it did break the ice, though. ("It's kind of beat up and taped together." "Well, that's really... the style of... things right now.") He gave the Walkman to a kid with an earring. The kid chewed some bubblegum, and blew a big bubble. He was like, "Everyone clap for the kid!" And everyone did.
I must have looked astonished. "Uh."
"You got tapes?"
"No..." I shook my head. "No thanks."
He turned away, and glanced down the street. "What's wrong with everybody?" he muttered quietly.
Postscriptum. I think I'm going to Sakuracon next weekend. Won't see you then! ^_^
PPS. Actually he got on the same bus as me. He couldn't sell the Walkman to anyone else either; it did break the ice, though. ("It's kind of beat up and taped together." "Well, that's really... the style of... things right now.") He gave the Walkman to a kid with an earring. The kid chewed some bubblegum, and blew a big bubble. He was like, "Everyone clap for the kid!" And everyone did.
