View of the street from my apartment |
About five minutes later, a minivan pulled up. I turned around at the sound of the car and started walking toward it, thinking it was my friend who was maybe driving his father's car.
When I got to about a meter and a half away from the car, I leaned forward to see who the driver was. It was a man in his 50s, approximately 250 pounds, with a beard. He had swarthy skin and looked to be from Eastern Europe or perhaps the Middle East. He waved and I straightened up. "Of course he'd wave", I thought, "I was peering into his car." I continued to pace, getting increasingly cold in the night-time air.
The car was still idling at the side of the street a minute later.
I thought, "He must be waiting for someone. Maybe from one of the other apartment buildings."
Another minute passed by and the man finally pulled away, passenger-less. And then it hit me.
"Wait."
"Wait a minute! Did HE think I was on the job?!!!! "
OH MY GOD!
Now, I know that I live in the ghetto, but....really?!!!! Have I now been relegated to street walker status?
And then I remembered the woman who used to live below me. Apparently several different men had been seen entering and leaving her apartment. But I had had no proof of this and promptly forgot about it.
Until that night.
So yes, ladies and gentlemen. I have now graduated to a new title, according to middle-aged men driving along St. Jacques at night.
I sometimes surprise myself with my naivete.
Life is never boring, is it? :)
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