|Making a poinsettia statement...|
"What are you drawing?" she asked.
"That poinsettia over there," I replied.
"I guess you don't like people looking over your shoulders, huh?"
"No ma'am", I said. "I just don't like backseat drivers!"
There's was a minute or two of silence as I tried to concentrate in an conspicuous inconspicuous way. I understand that pulling out a sketchbook in any crowded space is like walking into a room with a professional camera or a guitar. It's pretty obvious what that person's intentions are.
I was trying to hide.
"Can I ask you a question?"she said.
"Sure," I replied, thinking she'd inquire about my talent, her inability to draw a straight line or, talk about a relative she has that is such a good artist, but no.
She continues,"Why are you drawing a plant, when there's so many beautiful women around here you could be drawing?"
Did I mention, I was trying to hide to avoid conversations about politics?
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