I'm a pimp. Well, at least I'm feeling the "spirit of pimphood" as I type this.
Today I'm at a well known coffee shop and the cashier, while doing a fine job, clearly has had a long ass day.
The exchange goes something like this...
Him "Can I get you anything else today?"
Me "Maybe some Love..."
Me saying what I think he might be thinking " That's gonna cost you bitch."
...referring to his love.
More Chuckling ensues... He relaxes and seemingly wakes up a bit.
There's a long line, we're on Melrose and everyone looks stylish and thirsty but to him no one else exists. In this moment I am his saviour.
I have made him laugh, unexpectedly... He is my saviour too.
Why? We have spontaneously recognized and shared some joy.
Him " Are you a comedian?"
Him "Oh like, where, like what, where do you do your stand..."
Me "I'm not a stand up comedian, I do comedic things..."
The stylish thirsty line has grown.
Then I say it... "I have a blog, a new one"... unexpectedly, I mean the word blog still sounds foreign to me. It actually comes out of my mouth like a cavewoman saying
I don't know... blog for the first time. Like "blaagg."
He grabs a paper and pen and hands it to me.
Him "Well, you've just gotten your first follower, cause that was funny"
Me to myself "First Follower? Hell I've got a whole 18!"
Then I realized, actually, he is the first to be picked up straight from the "street"... hence me being a pimp;)
I found out later his name was Jason and as I posed with him for our money shot he assured me he'd be quitting in a few days. Assuring me he had game. Of course he has game, he let himself lighten up, be in the moment and laugh.
I guess he's the true pimp.
Thanks Jason, for keeping it real.
Oh, can I get a double, non fat, soy... I'm kidding, I heard you loud and clear when you said you was quittin... Let the adventures begin!