Ok, last week, no woe. This week, I was handed a post on a platter.
I am going down to the Park Street Red Line station, and as I start down the stairs, I hear loud, lounge music. Now remember, this is 0620. I'm thinking, I can't take this, not this early in the morning. And it gets worse, because atop the obnoxious synth pseudo jazz volume, there is a man in full Sammy Davis Jr. get-up, singing a mangeled, not entirely on key version of "Mr. Bojangles." I fished out my shuffle, stuffed the pods in my ears, and cranked whatever song was there as loud as I could stand, until the roaring train washed it all out anyway.
I always tip the T musicians, I didn't think he qualified.
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It's herein one huge, horrible post.
3 comments:
Maybe a buck for sheer nerve and bad taste, Zhoe? For the audacity to be such a stereotype right out there in public?
Glass half full today.
It was before 6:30 in the damn morning. I'd liked to have charged him.
I can see both sides. I suspect I wouldn't have tipped but would then have felt bad for the rest of the day. Which is probably the worst possible outcome as no-one benefits.
Will come back for the link. Congrats.
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