After a late morning and early afternoon spent recovering/cleaning/watching Arrested Development, I decided I needed some food in the fridge and that a trip to Key Food was necessary.
After purchasing my usual weekly items, I left, following close behind a boy in tight jeans and a thin sweatshirt. At the corner light, we stood - waiting for cars to stop. He reached his hand into his plastic grocery bag and pulled out a can of Reddi-wip. He opened the lid, tipped his head back and squirted the wip into his mouth.
The light said walk, so we did. I continued walking behind him, and he continued taking shot after shot. I could smell aerosol the entire walk back to my apartment, which is where we unfortunately parted ways. After I unlocked my front door, I turned and watched tight jeans boy as he continued strutting down 23rd avenue shaking his Reddi-wip at his side.
I’m not sure why this kid fascinated me so much. I wish I would have followed him and asked him some questions I’m dying to have answered. They are similar questions to those I had for the super indie girl Molly and I stood behind at McCarren Park Pool last summer. The girl wouldn’t stop pulling mustard packets out of her purse and squeezing them into her mouth while she held her ginormous wad of chewed gum in her palm.
But tight jeans wins. Because right now I’m craving Reddi-wip straight up so bad.
