The Smell Was Intoxicating

The smell was intoxicating. Seven caramel colored Latina ladies entered the train on 14th Street. One more prettier than the next. Their perfume interminging with each others becoming one sweet scent. Different heights, different color hair of varied lengths and styles. Blue jeans, tights, slacks, white pants, leather jackets, trenchcoats, half length, full length, heels, boots, and flats. All seven had one thing in common. Femininity. Pure and sexual. On the prowl on this Sunday evening. The boys out need to watch out. Names will be taken, Notches cut out of their belts and hearts will be broken. Good times had by all. Well, maybe for some.

FH

A Hasidic Man Walks Into the Bar...

Ok, so the weirdness continues. This older Hasidic man approaches the bar and walks smack dab into the front door. After adjusting his black hat, he nods to Ben and I and walks into the bar. Ben gives me a weird look as I observe the gentleman. He walks around the high tables, fixated on two ladies who are sitting talking to themselves. After he does a full circle around their table, he stops, tips his hat and has a short conversation with them. Ben asks me if he knows them. I just shrug my shoulders as he approaches the bar near the window. He asks Mike something and walks out. 

I approach the ladies and ask them if they knew him. They said they didn't. He apparently told them that we has from Israel and was in town for a convention. That's as far as the conversation went. Mike called me over and said that the Hasid asked him for Gentlemen. My guess is that he was looking for company with the ladies and directions to the nearest Gentleman's club from Mike. 

Like Jack Nicholson said as the Joker from the 1989 Batman movie: There'll Be A Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight.... LOL. And it's only 9:40pm. Let's see what else cones through the door to make me laugh.

FH