Spare the Time?

Finding yet another way to cheaply entertain ourselves, last night I and two of my friends passed on immediately going into the bars on Allen St and instead decided to each buy a beer and probably-not-so-discreetly drink them on the street. Hell, the guy passed out on the ground to the right of us would have to be more deserving of attention than us, right?

And while doing so we decided that we would ask people passing by for two things: 1)the time and 2)a pen, which would naturally have been used just to write down the time of course. You can ask a person for change and they’ll blatantly ignore you (or I, you). But ask them for the time and they are all the more willing to help you. We had one women walk by and then stop in the middle of her conversation, apologized to us for not helping us immediately and politely told us it was 3:05.

We probably did that for a good thirty minutes, didn’t garner any attention from the cops riding by, and were more entertained than we would have been sitting in a bar with music blasting in the background.

We never did get that pen though. Maybe tonight!