One of them was a girl!
I'll have you know, I am no girl.
Highlights: 1) Fred From Queens showed up. He looks kind of like the creepy white guy who's always just standing in the back of bodegas or deli's at 3 in the morning when your friends send you out for more drinks. Only, I don't know.
Creepier. While we talked, he rode the escalator down. Then up. Then down again. As he walked by before he disappeared down the escalator the final time, I thought I caught a hint of intimidation. His stained, oversized shirt rustled. His long matted hair bobbed. His thin fists clenched and his face tightened ever so slightly into a grimace. Did I dream it, or was it real? All I can say is that I could've sworn, with a sharp look, one that stood out from the jovial demeanor of the rest of the meet, and a barely audible "Get out, scum.", Tom turned back the vile Fred. Is was almost as if he was saying "This is not for you. This is not for your kind. We are the good guys, and we will win."
2) Sweet sweet Snickers. After waiting for 15 minutes, they were like mana from heaven. Snickers Mini, I will never make fun of your diminutive stature again. You were there in a time of crisis. I love you.
3)How could I forget the kind and generous Tom, giving out stickers and pins by the handful, like a grateful king might give out corn and diamonds to his hard working subjects. "Take more" he would repeat, laughing a big laugh every now and then "Please, take more!"
4)One industrious listener brought his guitar and, hooking it to a mini amp clipped to his belt, proceeded to serenade us, if only for a short time, with the Easy Listening sounds of Earl Klugh, Andrew Rosz and Ernie C. Sadly, the Cleaning Crew, consisting of one bald, sad man, threatened to call the cops. When that didn't scare us, he insinuated that he would call for the Exchange Place Security Guard. We quickly shut down the music.
You do not mess with that man.
5)At one point we thought we would break 20 attendees when, after a train got let out, a man came shooting up the escalators. He seemed intent on reaching us, his face determined, his mind resolute. He was power walking his way to victory, and that victory was free buttons. Sadly, his intent was not with us, but with the ideal of increased fitness. The other 13 people with the group turned out to be a confused family.
And of course, last but far from least, meeting Tom himself.
P.S. is it true about The Medical Marijuana and Pout?! I might just have to come back out next week if it is
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