The stare of Pale Skinny Monkey-Face Boy has been a part of my mornings for so long that my immunity to his gaze was taken for granted. PSM-F Boy has disappeared this week and in some sort of karmic balance a new character appeared, a terrifying new character.
My first encounter with Rapacious Grey-Haired Carnivore was in the steam room. (Yes, after weeks of shoulder pain, I have taken to a few minutes in the steamroom after a workout. I always stand and never sit (germs!) and often face the wall.) RG-H Carnivore was going to town on some other nameless character as I walked through the door, although only shadows could be made out, his silver locks were a Mozartian tempest. In my mind there was an expectation of "okay you were busted so now just sit there like a good 'ho and let me get my steam on", but GMHC RGHC began a bug-eyed stare and stroke. (Think meth-head on the afternoon of President's Day coming out of the Westside Club - that's the face.) Thoroughly freaked, the sauna seemed an appealing option.
Even Cranky-Face Brasileiro (who was in a cheery chatty mood this morning) noticed. As he entered the sauna, I couldn't help but ask, "How about that elderly orgy?" CFB smiled and added, "Relentless old bitches."
A quick shower left me feeling clean, only to be covered in the filth of RG-HC's stare. Where PSM-FB was survivable and easily forgotten, RG-HC sticks with you and creates indelible marks in your psyche. Hopefully the moon will change/stars will reallign/cosmic molecules will reconfigure and the docile ying of PSM-F Boy will soon replace RG-H Carnivore's rancorous yang.
