Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

"I came because of your sins"

On Saturday, Corb and I traveled to Faneuil Hall, to wander around and act like complete tourists. It was a nice way to get mind off the play situation. The absence of Bianca's third suitor, no matter how well the rest of the show is going, has totally been bringing my mood down. It's all I've been able to think about.

While we were walking, I snapped a few pictures of the street performers. It was a weird day--gloriously spring-like at some points, but then a gusty cold breeze would blow in and I'd start shivering.

As we headed into the North Side, we passed a woman in a wheelchair. "Do you have money for a sangwich?" she asked. Corb said no, and we started heading away.

About two minutes later, Corb started feeling guilty. "How about if she really needed a sandwich?" he fretted.

"It's probably a scam," i said.

"But how about if it isn't." He turned around and headed back to her, and handed her two dollars. "Here's your ticket to heaven, sweetie," she said, and handed him a born-again pamphlet.

"Scammed," I said, and took the pamphlet to throw it away.

"No, wait," he said, yanking it back. "That's my ticket to heaven!"

Later that night, we were heading back to our car, and a drunk lady approaching us, crying. "I got stranded here," she said. "I only had five beers." From her breath, I could tell that she was drinking more than beer. "The guys I was driving with were going crazy. Damn! we're not kids any more...I had to get out..." She held out her cell phone, fumbling around with it. "I tried calling them but they won't I'm stranded. Can I have $3.50 for the T?"

I handed her four dollars to shut her up.

"Scammed," said Corb.

"My ticket to heaven's better than yours," I said. "I almost think she was on the up-and-up."

When I arrived home, and Corb drifted off to sleep, I went to the computer check out my email. There was an email from an interested party about the suitor role. Looked pretty promising, too. Hmmm, perhaps things aren't so bad, after all.

By Sunday night, I had five potential suitors lined up...and guess what, I still want more...

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