A day for the damn record books. →[More:] Today was your typical busy holiday weekend at the Famous Indie Bookstore. Typical, that is, until early afternoon when I went out to have a cigarette and noticed that the sidewalk was littered with feathers, tons of them. And there was clouds of feathers floating the air, too. From an overheard conversation, I learned that some bunch of geniuses decide to use Union Square Park to have a 'Pillow Fight for Peace.' This is one of those things that sounds all cute and creative and shit on paper, but pisses everybody off in reality, since they fail to realize that some poor bastard has to clean all that shit up. I mentioned this to a co-worker (the guy in this post with the annoying hair), and he said 'well, somebody's paid to clean it up.' That kind of attitude is why people can't stand 'hip' young people, buddy.

Of course, as people came into the store, they tracked all the feathers in until the store looked like a cockfight arena. One specimen, a kid in a gigantic whiteboy afro with tomes of feathers scattered through it, came up and asked me for a job application. I came this close to saying 'Sure, you can have a job! here's a fuckin' broom, Billy Jack!' I mentioned this to a co-worker and she said 'It's not a good idea to apply for a job with feathers in your hair.' 'Unless of course,' I retorted, 'one is applying for the job of Indian Chief.' Another befeathered specimen, who was also wearing a fucking cape asked a female co-worker on a date. Maybe she looks like Lois Lane.

Actually, love must be in the air around there today, since one of my homeless guy regulars asked one of my homeless woman regulars out for lunch while they were waiting in line to sell books. Kind of sweet in a Love Among The Ruins kind of way, plus they can avoid the cliched 'Your place or mine?' coversation.

When I got on the subway to go home, the tracks were littered with fuckloads of feathers, too. When I stopped at the Key Food, they had this stuff on the shelf. I may mix it with vodka in an attempt to make malt liquor.

*gibbers*