shady business in barnes and noble

last time me, sister c, daylily, and mother k were in barnes and noble, there was some shady business going on.

sister c's story:

sister c was sitting in starbucks studying when a tall man in a black coat came stomping into the cafe. he overheard the men near her talking about religion and he horned in on the conversation and started, in a noticeably loud voice, ranting about his religion, how he's not welcome in certain establishments, and the war. the other men were not actively participating in this conversation and sister c was getting a very crazy and unwell vibe off of him. she wanted to leave but she thought he would take it offensively and go after her. twenty minutes later he left, and went into the adjoining barnes and noble.

daylily's story:

daylily was looking at books near the bathroom when the tall man in the black coat walked out of the bathroom, and brushed past her. he then turned around and did a double take of her, in other words checking her out.

my story:

i joined daylily at the books near the bathroom when i happened to glance behind me. in the children's aisle a few yards away was a black man in a black coat and beanie. at first, he appeared to be looking at the children's books, but when i really observed him i got the feeling that he wasn't really even looking at the children's books. he was just sort of standing there. like he was waiting for something. or someone.

moments later the tall guy in the black coat caught my attention. i had seen him earlier in the store walking around at a fast pace, and i saw him starting in the black man's direction. i thought this peculiar so i surreptitiously spied upon them.

they started talking. and then arguing in loud voices. i didn't catch any words but soon afterward the tall man in the black coat stormed off. and the black man turned back to his prior perusal of the children's books position.

mother k's story:

moments after the tall man in the black coat stormed off, mother k witnessed him making way for the exit with a furious stride. on his way, he started shouting f***, motherf***er, and other words to that effect.

the conjecture:

i came up with the theory that the tall man in the black coat was shouting angrily at the black man because the black man would not shake his hand. if he had shouted like that right at the black man he would have gotten into trouble, but since he did it instead in a fast manner on his way out, he didn't get into much trouble.

seconds after he stopped yelling, i looked back and the black man had disappeared.

handstands

one of the few times we have gone down to the lounge to watch tv (gossip girl and the office) me and miss rabbit always encounter the handstands boy.

so we would be cozy on the stiff and unyielding sofa watching one of our favorite shows--and we have been lucky enough to be there alone; without any of the irritating and loud dorm shmoozers--when the perpetual couch potato walked in and plopped himself full length upon a sofa.

he said hey, we said hey.

moments later when our attention was rapt upon the television, handstands boy got up and went to the empty lounge area to the left of the square of couches. he then proceeded to do handstand after handstand. the full vertical, head upside down, balancing on hands act. both times me and miss rabbit have been in the lounge, he's employed this curious behavior.

we came up with two viable theories. he is either trying to impress us with his mad acrobatic skills or he is exercising the blood flow to his brain.

we were and still are quite perplexed.

late halloween pictures

here are the very late halloween pictures of me, as the flapper girl! unfortunately they are really big but i was too lazy to fix them. but i think they turned out pretty dang neat.

a photographic day in the city

these were pictures me and miss rabbit took weeks ago, and here they are, belated but very brilliantly colored. and on my lap, there lies the confusing map that got us lost in the first place. well, with a little bit of my help too.