Quirk in Turkey

You’ve got to hear this bit: so we were on our way from the Lynn Theater at around 7 and this fellow walks up to us and tells us some thing like: “which way to Anthony Square” or some shit like that. So we said to him: Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. No, but seriously now, Oscar Wilde said that. But still… As if that wasn’t strange enough later that evening we were walking to the Glover Stadium at around 7:30 and this dude shouts out to us from across, asking us some shit like: ” what you will do when the our holy father visits ” or some thing like that. So we replieded to him: what’s with these people, anyway? Man! Can’t a woman go for a ride without the entire city driving you dingy? Hoot…