What IS the correct response when someone calls you a bitch for not giving them a quarter? Something inside of me got riled up and made me stop and turn around with an irritated "Excuse me? Do you need a quarter?" Apparently I am actually becoming a full fledged New Yorker. Here's the thing, I am actually quite a regular giver. I feel incredibly blessed and in turn feel compelled to help others when I can. But call me a bitch when I can't and it seems you are dealing with someone I am not all too familiar with. I forget she's in there sometimes and she doesn't take kindly to that. "Yes I need a quarter bitch" "Ok I will give you a quarter", I said (or possibly snapped) as I began to dig in my wallet, that I was quickly realizing I had just emptied of all change before I left my place "How about a thank you", I added as I continued to dig. He then turned away from me and called out to the next passer by "I am poor, give me $3000 for my painting bitch" which I was beginning to realize was really not personal but a normal part of his vernacular. Also realizing he is no longer paying any attention to me and my empty wallet I turned and walked away thinking to myself, "well if you really wanted $3000 in the first place, you should have just asked for that and not a quarter."
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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