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June 19, 2008
"Let It Ride" - A Revere Vignette
After the parade, I decided to take a roundabout, fairly scenic route home. So I found myself on an MBTA bus in Revere, where this astounding conversation took place.
Our dramatis personae include our two main characters - let's call them Paul and Louie. You know the type. Friendly, chatty, maybe - and I mean this in the least cruel way possible - a little soft in the head. The kind of guys who will come up to you at the bus stop and make you wish you had headphones on, because they're too dopey to be interesting to talk to, and too amiable to just tell to screw off.
Our third character is a heavyset guy named Vic. Now this isn't strictly relevant to the story, but it's what caught my eye and ear in the first place. Vic had a...well, I hate to throw the word "toupee" around, especially when that word is patently inadequate to describe the marvel of architectural engineering perched atop Vic. Let's just say he could have strapped a live tabby-cat to his head and it would have been less conspicuous.
Paul and Louie, clearly, are single gentlemen, and the topic of discussion quickly turned to Paul's reluctance to try Internet dating. Louie was game for the pep talk to end all pep talks. He stressed the smallness of the fees involved, he talked up the diverse and many sites that Paul could avail himself of. Nowhere in this did Louie indicate any personal success with same, but clearly he thought this was the route for Paul to take.
Louie's patter was almost hypnotic. Every time he reached the crescendo of the point he was making, he'd say "let it ride", and go in to Paul for a fist bump/dap/terrorist hand signal. Paul always was a little slow to respond, but never once left Louie hanging.
Also, after every third sentence (I was keeping track by this point), Louie would punctuate his spiel with a, "Right, Vic?" As in, "We've all been there, right, Vic?", or "You gotta let it ride, right, Vic?!" Vic would always nod or grunt noncommitally, though I can imagine the extracranial pressure he was under would render conversation difficult.
This went on for some time, with Louie extolling the virtues of the Internet to kickstart Paul's love life. But after a few stops, Vic got off the bus, possibly to avoid having to slit his wrists, and Louie and Paul followed a couple of stops later.
So we may never know how this saga ends. But it's good to know that Louie and Paul - and maybe Vic - are out there on the prowl, just lettin' it ride for all us sinners.
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Yes sir...I sure hope he makes the semis.
Posted by: The Rev. | June 19, 2008 10:47 PM
you still had your camera with you, right? and even though i recognize that an effort to take a pic would have been as conspicuous as vic's head of "hair," a girl in brooklyn is so so so so so sad that she cannot get a visual on these guys.
ALTHOUGH you paint a pretty clear picture. wow.
was it what erin leigh and i have termed a permatoup, or was this the kind of hair a man takes off to go to bed?
meanwhile, i'm glad that louie and paul have each other in this lonely world. and that they also have the internet.
Posted by: christine | June 20, 2008 12:34 AM
I think I went out on an internet date with Louie..... I no longer internet date.
Posted by: Bree | June 20, 2008 09:38 AM
No photo is indeed tragic; but definitely a funny "does this bus go underground?" kind of story. :)
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| June 20, 2008 11:13 AM
It is a scene right out of "Next Stop Wonderland."
Posted by: rhea | June 23, 2008 10:49 AM
Being a man with hair issues (my issue is that I don't have much) I am always in awe of how someone can be in such absolute denial to throw a raccoon pelt on top of his head and somehow believe that it makes him look better. Grow a pair, Bro, and be yourself.
Posted by: Suldog | June 24, 2008 09:23 AM
