This evening, I ventured home from the house of some friends of mine. Since I was walking home alone and hate to be left to the devices of my own brain, I plugged myself into my iPod, put it on random, and went on my merry way.
Crossing Davie Street, I came across a gentleman standing on the opposite side of the road. Frantically waving at me, he coerced me out of my walking-home stupor. I figured he'd be asking for directions.
Gentleman: Did you see what I did just then?
Me: <pulls off headphones; last song playing on random was Alejandro by Lady Gaga> Maybe? I dunno. What did you do?
Gentleman: I got the light to change for you, just so you could come across the street and meet me. All night I knew I would meet a gorgeous woman, and there you were.
Me: Oh. Well, thanks for that, I guess.
Gentleman: My name is Alejandro.
Me: You're shitting me.
Gentleman: Um.... no?
Me: I have to go home now. Like, NOW.
<end scene>
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