At the Dutch bakery Cashier: Four cinnamon rolls? Me: That’s what they call me! Cashier: They call me “Pastry.” Me: Because you are so sweet?! Cashier: And because I’m full of crap you don’t need! Me: dies and is dead On a bike ride A man in a Rasta cap is standing a few feet out in the street with his arm around a girl who is maybe ten years old. They face my direction as I cycle towards them and the man raises his arm high in the air.
Conversations with strangers
Conversations with strangers
Conversations with strangers
At the Dutch bakery Cashier: Four cinnamon rolls? Me: That’s what they call me! Cashier: They call me “Pastry.” Me: Because you are so sweet?! Cashier: And because I’m full of crap you don’t need! Me: dies and is dead On a bike ride A man in a Rasta cap is standing a few feet out in the street with his arm around a girl who is maybe ten years old. They face my direction as I cycle towards them and the man raises his arm high in the air.