A hipster chick on Houston
Or possible trustafarian
Threw her Birkenstocks at me
Because I look like Snow White
She was judging me
by my looks
by my black cocktail dress
and high heels.
I don’t care if it was
in the “Village”.
Does she know where I come from –
That day, that year, that decade?
No.
This is just another form of racism
And I’m burned out on it.
Grow up.
She missed my head
Her beau running to the shoe
Begging me not to take it:
I glanced down and said it wasn’t my size.
How smug they were
sitting
on
a bench
in front
of
an
Occupy Wall Street
STORE.
If my Venice homie had one more
cocktail in her
the
Birkenstocks
would never have made it
back.
Walter Kitty's Diary 
Hmmmm… well, you know me, Snow, black cocktail dress and high heels. I might have thrown myself at you, but not my shoes. Glad to see it happened in The City.
LOL if this girl only knew what my friend wanted to do! Good thing I wasn’t on route to the New York Police Foundation dinner. Kids, I tell ya. And by the way, I’m an OLD Snow White! The early version..
well, hell… it’s scenes like this that make me miss the old East Village… years ago it was all about drugs… an evening encounter on Houston St would be…
” you look like you have money….”
” I have no money…”
“I have a knife and a drug habit…. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY”
simple, right? If you kept a couple of bills in your pocket to offer up, or if you just ran fast, it was over. None of the other people on the street would bother you….
These days it’s class warfare with scrimmages on hundreds of levels… it doesn’t matter what social / financial stratum you inhabit…. you’ve got enemies on every block….
Glad you’re OK….
What is funny about your comment is that when we returned to the car (ready for battle) they were gone, but an older man sat on the bench in a full length pea coat (in 75 degree heat). He was reading the paper, had a distinctly Lou Reed look to him and got edgy as he heard us speak about the incident to each other. He started to get into it with us and then backed down. He just wanted to read his newspaper…but he couldn’t help his first instinct to tell me there is no such thing as white on white discrimination. BTW don’t tell Guiliani but I saw a window washer too.