A man in a panda suit and sunglasses came up to me. He asked if I minded sitting next to a panda. I said “no, not at all”. He sat down.
I asked him if he’d always been a panda. “Yeah, pretty much.” He seemed kind of irritated by the question, and uninterested in further exchange. So I didn’t ask if I could take his picture, although I wanted to.
He probably gets sick of being treated like a freakshow.
It was good. Sitting next to him made me feel less self-conscious about wearing a shirt that’s technically a blouse, which I was (and still am).
4 Responses to Sat Waiting For The Tram On Brunny Street This Afternoon
That’s the most pleasant thing I’ve heard in weeks.
I drew the picture you requested yesterday btw. But it turned out useless. And I’d an idea you’d said a starfish instead of a seahorse.
I’ll do a better one this evening.
I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.
Not at all; I invited requests. It was my pleasure.