Another Full Report from The Half Charge
I parked my car at a different BART station than usual yesterday because it was close to the skatepark that I went to. This morning, I rode to my usual BART station, realized my mistake, and went to the other platform to wait for a train back to my car.
I’m standing there, listening to my headphones, and this girl walks up to me looking at me like she had just said something and I’m supposed to answer. She’s about 4’ tall and asian. She’s wearing a baby blue bomber jacket. I didn’t see the back but I can only imagine that it had a huge colorful dragon patch on it. Her make-up was caked on; like she was hiding 100 years of wrinkles and trying to blind observers with sparkles. She wasn’t old though. I took off my headphones and said, “what?” In the quietest voice you could imagine she said, “hi.”
“Hi.”
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“[something too quiet to hear]” Then she sticks out her hand for me to shake. Her left hand. And it’s the most rigid hand I’ve ever seen; completely stiff with the thumb not separated from the rest of the hand. Have I mentioned yet that at no point did I think that this “girl” was a girl? Because I’m pretty sure that she was a man. That said, I offered the quickest handshake known to man. But she didn’t let go. No; as a matter of fact, she grabbed my head and started it pulling it in so she could kiss my cheek.
“Ohhh. That’s OK,” as I pulled away.
“What’s your name?”
“Pete.”
Again with the left-handed rigid handshake (which I went for again).
Awkward silence. Then she moves in for the kiss again, without even the handshake buffer. “Stop it,” I whined. And she did. The BART arrived, I put on my headphones, and we got on different cars. She walked by later in the trip and gave me smile.
Just another petite Pilipino man turning tricks at a suburban train station at 8 AM.
-David “Petie” Fulchiron
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