So I met up with some friends in the city tonight. I am walking down Grafton street, minding my own business, and BAM! out of nowhere a finger is stuck in my ear. The culprit was a street performer, spray painted gold and green, who apparently stands still all day on a mini stool, and then startles people by poking them. However, the plan of this "Gold Man" hideously backfired, as he knocked my earring right out of my ear onto the street. I panic, and get on all fours looking for it on the ground. Spotting it relatively quickly, I straighten up and BAM! again (this time much harder) my head collides with the Gold Man, who was crouching above me also looking for the wayward earring. I see spots for a bit, he also looks a bit stunned, and I go to leave when he points vigorously at my hair, gesturing at his face, where I can see a very large and obvious smudge- of missing paint. Which happened to rub off into my hair when the great collision occurred.
Annoyed with a headache, I go across the street to a McDonalds, where I enter the bathroom and stick my head over the sink, running water across the back of it and trying to get the paint out. Around the time the gold and green paint in the sink started to run clear, a very obnoxious woman appears behind me and informs me that (direct quote) "It is absolutely illegal to bathe in a public sink" and that I will need to "leave the premises immediately". I tried to explain to her what had happened, but this was quickly dismissed as the drunken ramblings of an ignorant American. I am then escorted off "the premises" aka, the bathroom, by a very tall security man.
What I am left with: wet, uncurled hair, paint on the hood of my coat, a
headache, and one extremely bizarre hour of my life...
...And one new goal: at some point in my life, take an actual real bath in the McDonalds sink on Grafton street.
