Its true!
I caught a glimpse of the rare species of man known as Balloon Animal Guy.
Yesterday, I was taking the bus across the river to get some stuff. I was sitting in quiet w/ a hiking book, when I suddenly realized that during the last stop, Balloon Animal Guy had boarded. He had already created and handed down a couple of intricately tied poodles in bright plastic balloon colors.
I studied him carefully over the ridge of my book which I used to conceal my curiosity and interest.
He was mid forties. a pair of headphones and a pack. he sported a white stubble beard, a had and looked like he was dressed by Goodwill.
My initial reaction was "Hey check out this old retard tying off balloons for the jerk-offs sitting around him" .. then I corrected myself because thats what an asshole would think or say.
But Balloon Animal Guy made several people genuinely smile. He brought about a creative buzz and conversation. I overheard him tell his doutlessly recounted tale of 30 years in the balloon animal game. 30 years! Now its only a hobby for him, but it follows him in his adventures.
I was perplexed by a mixture of innocent childhood emotions and aged cynicism.
Balloon animal guy's shtick began wearing off. With interest waning and a revolving door of new bus passengers, you could see his look of philisophical coutenance in reflection of his deeds.
However, during a moment of commuting quiet, Balloon Animal Guy had a balloon fatality.
* POP! *
A balloon exploded in the bus.
It rattled the nerves and eardrums among the voyagers. No, it wasn't halik al-habeeb setting off his explosive vest.
People calmed down, returned to their cell-phone texting, chit-chat, and covered drinks.
Balloon Animal Guy got off a couple stops later, and disappeared back into the wilderness of the city.
I caught a glimpse of the rare species of man known as Balloon Animal Guy.
Yesterday, I was taking the bus across the river to get some stuff. I was sitting in quiet w/ a hiking book, when I suddenly realized that during the last stop, Balloon Animal Guy had boarded. He had already created and handed down a couple of intricately tied poodles in bright plastic balloon colors.
I studied him carefully over the ridge of my book which I used to conceal my curiosity and interest.
He was mid forties. a pair of headphones and a pack. he sported a white stubble beard, a had and looked like he was dressed by Goodwill.
My initial reaction was "Hey check out this old retard tying off balloons for the jerk-offs sitting around him" .. then I corrected myself because thats what an asshole would think or say.
But Balloon Animal Guy made several people genuinely smile. He brought about a creative buzz and conversation. I overheard him tell his doutlessly recounted tale of 30 years in the balloon animal game. 30 years! Now its only a hobby for him, but it follows him in his adventures.
I was perplexed by a mixture of innocent childhood emotions and aged cynicism.
Balloon animal guy's shtick began wearing off. With interest waning and a revolving door of new bus passengers, you could see his look of philisophical coutenance in reflection of his deeds.
However, during a moment of commuting quiet, Balloon Animal Guy had a balloon fatality.
* POP! *
A balloon exploded in the bus.
It rattled the nerves and eardrums among the voyagers. No, it wasn't halik al-habeeb setting off his explosive vest.
People calmed down, returned to their cell-phone texting, chit-chat, and covered drinks.
Balloon Animal Guy got off a couple stops later, and disappeared back into the wilderness of the city.
cause i've yet to see one
Peace
