Anecdotes from the Streets
Breaching Social Norms
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| There I was, one afternoon in the spring, trying to build an audience... |
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| And this guy walks up. Woohoo! Maybe he wants to see some magic! |
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| Or not. |
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| Oookay. So why'd you stop? What's up? |
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| He starts saying "OHHHHH...." |
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| ...and he doesn't stop. |
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| For an entire minute. |
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| I just stared at him. |
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| He explained: he's part of a group that tries to breach social norms. He wanted to see my reaction. Most people just leave after a few seconds. I stayed... cuz, you know, my spot. |
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| So I guess my lack of reaction freaked him out. |
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| Right. Okay. Bye bye. |
*I am not a cartoonist. I cannot draw and normally do not communicate with pictures. But! That's what I felt like doing this week. And thus begins my series on random street anecdotes, narrated through PAINT-created stick figures.















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