Monday, January 22, 2007
Cool Black Men
So I went to the prefecture today to renue my student visa. For those of you who dont have experience with french Burostocracy (spelling???) it is fucking shit. You wait in line for hours only to get to the front of the line to be turned around because you do not have some miniscule article of paperwork you need. Anyway, I went there and picked a number from the electronic machine and waited for my number to be called. The machine gave me number 362 and they were only on 311, which meant that there was like 50 people ahead of me. So, as I prepared to wait hours I took a seat next to this really chill looking black guy. You know the kind of guy im talking about?? The black guy that could never say a word but you know he is fucking cool. Anyway, he must have glanced at my little paper number and,while exchanging no words, gave me like a little up head shake and handed me the number 330. I was amazed, he just allowed me to go ahead in line like 30 people. Not knowing how he got the extra number (he, himself was waiting) and not knowing why he gave it to me I mumbled out an extremely uncool 'merci, pour le ticket.' He just gave me another cool litte nod and waited for his number to be called. Feeling a sweet connection with our darker skinned brethern I turned my I pod to (no joke) 50 cents candy shop and bobbed my head to the music as I waited. Anyway, it was no use anyway because when I got to to the ticket counter I was missing some paperwork and they told me to come back tomorrow. However, from this experience I took that some guys can not even say a word to you and you still know that they are much cooler than you will ever be.
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I could see that happening like a movie playing. It was awesome.
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