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carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

facebook reminded me that today a few years back, august 2nd 2012, i met a time traveler

dude wearing extremely stereotypical hipster gear (plaid scarf, cut-off jeans, vest over ironic tee, fedora) but looked about 35ish.

he walked up to me, this was in 2012 when i ascribed to my assigned gender and was very clearly dressed in a feminine way with my hair all done up and heavy makeup and girly clothes, and he said “excuse me sir are you good with your history?”

he punctuates the sentence by showing me a little silver spoon with the new york skyline on it. i decide against correcting him.

having JUST graduated high school, i said “kinda”

he nods and says a little quietly “when was it that the.. erm..” he struggles for a second, then recognition lights up his eyes. “ah, the two towers collapsed?”

i’m jolted by the bus coming to a stop. i blink a few times and say “september 11th. 2001.”

he says “right. of course. thank you.” and immediately gets off the bus.