Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Eat Yourself Whole
On my way to see Prince, I’m walking down Waterloo East concourse with dinner – a cheap and not particularly lovely burger. (Later on, in Redhill, I do the same and have to haggle with the staff about the price. I dislike knowing more about a comapnies products than the people who work there. Haggling to get the correct change at Burger King. Is there a sign on me saying ‘Sucker’?)
“Give me some of that”, he says.
“Nah I’m hungry.” I retort.
There’s two of them. They don’t look poor. As the staff at CEX say a few days later – in reference to a thief caught on security camera – they’re Generic Rudeboys.
They don’t look as if they need the food. Plenty of hot meals those guys.
“Come on,” he pleads. “Sharing’s Caring!”
And I think “Eating’s Cheating, Fuck Off.”
But two against one aren’t the kind of odds I want or like. And fundamentally, I, like the Joker, want everyone to just get along. I’m not one for conflict. I’m a wimp.
“Come on man, I’m black”, he says.
I almost fall over laughing.
Instead, I do the stonyface thing. They walk off and shoot me meaningful looks.