And this woman came up to me and said something. I dont know what, probably “excuse me” so I put my coffee and my bag down and take off my head phones and see what she wants, assuming shes someone looking for directions.
I look at her, and she says, without stopping for a chat or anything, “Hey, you look like you like music! Check out this free website for music,” after which she hands me a ripped piece of loose leaf paper, “It’s for underground music. It’s a little sexy, a little funny, tell your mates,” and at this point I’m thinking this might be kind of interesting, but she’s not selling it very well, and crudely written on ripped paper isn’t exponentially appealing. She continues with,”Don’t tell your parents," after which I shrug, accept the paper, and go on my way.
First of all, bitch, how old do you think I am? It’s not like I’m 15 and my parents are the ones who run my life and tell me what I’m allowed to do, be it on the internet or elsewhere.
Secondly, being almost 21, hearing someone tell me to not tell my parents instantly raises red flags. Parents are the ones who, when you dont tell them things, it’s because it’s personal, or because it’s wrong. If its on the internet, and some random stranger tells me not to tell my parents about it, all I can think is that it’s some kidnappers trapping site.
Thridly, I came home, and I did check it out. It doesn’t look like some kidnappers trapping site, I’ll give her that. It looks like a 14-year-old’s internet class assignment. It’s a shit layout, hard to read, hard on the eyes, has a terrible colour scheme, and I was able to make better ‘websites’ on geocities when that was still big. And there was no music on it.
I dont really know how to conclude this little rant, so I’ll just leave it here.