Girl behind the counter in a small soho clothing store: all of the clothing was disturbing. I felt I had to point this out. The first t-shirt I came to was a joke shirt about crack. Yeah, I can tell you're having a hard time imagining that one. I was having a hard time imagining it and I was looking right at it.
The next had a giant realistic cross. Then there was a Richard D. James-looking technicolor zombie face. And finally a greyscale bigmac with a thin rivulet of dripping red blood slashed across the middle. There was no undisturbing t-shirt in the whole store.
I don't think she had given the trend much thought. She seemed really into her imac behind the counter (she was an introvert) but I hope she found the process of random sampling and statistical analysis at least somewhat amusing. She was at least listening when I made fun of her for playing AFI--I noticed she quickly shuffled songs. Impression. Not a whole lot of expression. I can understand now why extroverts get frustrated with me. I was hoping for *some* sort of response.
Posted by Alan at October 16, 2006 12:07 AM