March 26, 2005
strange asian
A group of people are hanging out in the dining room of a house in the Castro District. They are nonchalant and draped across the furniture, relaxed with the comfortable self-confidence of people who have taken ownership of their environs. "You are so totally making this shit up," one says, with the glib familiarity of one speaking to friends. "That never happened."
"No, seriously. She was just standing there, and--"
The speaker becomes aware that his audience is no longer with him, that their eyes have turned elsewhere. He cranes his head to follow their gazes, and discovers an Asian girl standing in the doorway.
They stare at each other for a moment, this complete stranger in their house, and the group in the dining room.
"Hey," says the Asian girl.
"Hey," says one of their group, cautiously.
"Is Guy here?" asks the girl.
"Who?"
"Oh," says the strange Asian girl, and fiddles thoughtfully with the key in her hand. "Never mind."
She walks out, leaving silence behind her.
"Who the hell was that?" one asks.
"How'd she get in?" asks another.
"Damn," says a third. "Cockroaches are bad enough. If we're getting Asians, I'm calling the landlord."
My sister called me on Friday night to ask for a favor. "I'm in town," she said. "Can I crash at your place tonight?"
"Sure," I said. Unlike Nancy Reagan, I never say no. "I thought you were staying in the Castro tonight."
"I was. I think maybe my friend doesn't live at that house anymore."
"Oh."
"But I still have his key," she said, brightly. "I'll see you in a bit."
Posted by yhirata at March 26, 2005 10:27 AMIt's a wonder she didn't get shot at!
I have old keys and have been tempted to do that before. Tempted, however. I didn't actually do it.
Posted by: Joanna at March 28, 2005 11:47 AMAhahaha! That is hilarious. Your sister is a story unto herself! Great stuff, thanks for making me laugh. ;)
The Diva.xx
Posted by: Diva at March 28, 2005 11:52 AM