some nights I just want to be a stranger
I’m sorry I’m smoking. I’m sorry I’m smoking. I’m from Australia and we all smoke in Australia. Where are you from? I’m sorry I’m smoking said a short, red-faced drunk woman inside the gas station convenience store. The man she was questioning ignored her every word as I paid for my toilet paper and collected my change. I can’t go to the gas station across the street because I know and like the cashier. I can’t go to the Rite-Aid down the block because the bus stop I pass is black and depressing. Some nights I just want to be a stranger. Some nights I just want to avoid loud, drunk Australian women.
"I can’t go to the gas station across the street because I know and like the cashier. I can’t go to the Rite-Aid down the block because the bus stop I pass is black and depressing. Some nights I just want to be a stranger."
ReplyDeleteThese lines work for both the australian woman and the narrator.
My first read, I took it to be the Australian woman explaining why she was smoking in *that* convenience store.