When Your Sneaker’s In Your Mouth

I need to take a vow of silence between the hours of 5 and 8 a.m.  Sadly, for the world, it happens to be my chattiest time.

I’m wide-awake, well rested, with a kilo of coffee in my system that makes me Bert Parks in shorts and a hoodie.

I’m on the corner of 84th and Lexington buying my daily banana from Paco, the fruit vendor who’s setting up shop, when I spot a garbage truck double-parked not ten feet from me. There’s a young man standing next to it while the thing idles loudly,  I notice, not wearing his gloves…something you’re supposed to do to protect yourself from God knows what, you’re picking up.

Me and my banana mosey over and say ever so maternally, “Where are your gloves young man? You should put them on.”

He turns right and left before realizing, I’m addressing him.


“Well aren’t you?”



We try our best to backpedal.

“I’m sorry, I just thought since you’re standing so close to the truck…and I only meant well. Wouldn’t want you getting germs you know.”


“Well not anymore, and I was worried about you, thinking you could get sick.”

“DO I LOOK LIKE THE GABAGE MAN TO YOU?” Actually he did, just not as clean as the average one. Paco told me, the stains on his clothes were the result of squashed fruit.

“Ah,” said the early morning busybody.

But this guy was like a dog with a bone (or cantaloupe) not budging an inch.

I finally knew when I was beat. “Look, I’m really sorry. The last thing I meant to do was offend you. Will you accept my apology…please?”

He thought about this for a second while Paco, who stopped stacking grapes, stood next to me like an attorney.

“Yeah, yeah…I guess so.”

As I was turning to leave he said, “Hey lady, you wanna cantaloupe?” (only in New York folks)

“I’d love one (I didn’t really but, when a peace pipe is offered one must be polite)…

but can it be small, so it fits inside my purse?”

The day in the life of a thin girl.     tumblr_mlyffo8QQU1r0bl1uo1_500





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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13 Responses to When Your Sneaker’s In Your Mouth

  1. micklively says:

    It’s what we, in manufacturing, call a “near miss”: not wearing the prescribed personal protective equipment (PPE) in a hazardous environment. We collect such events on an extremely complex and non-user-friendly database, so we can brag about them to our customers later. I doubt the miss they had in mind was the dawn jogging nosey kind but, if the cap fits…………….


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Ha ha, what a trashy post!


  3. katecrimmins says:

    OMG! This is hysterical! You can’t help yourself, can you? Are there meetings for this?


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