This has been a weird week in gay Wilton Manors. Â More strange than usual. Â Let’s recap…
First, my week started off with a man knocking on my office door. Â We have the type of system where you have to be buzzed in. Â Apparently this gentleman didn’t see the huge sign that read, “ring bell and pull on door.” Â Anyway, I walked up to the door and he asks me what kind of lawyer works in the building. Â I reply, “I’m not sure.” Â What the hell do I look like? Â A secretary? Â Child, boo PLEASE.
So he then proceeds to ask me if there are any criminal attorneys around the area. Â That’s when I closed the door. Â Ummm, can we discuss that he had the crazy eyes please. Â I think I had pretty much escaped death at that point.
Then, the day after, I was looking out the window and saw a bike rider. Â This wasn’t just any bike rider, but it was one of those two seater bikes. Really? Â Is gay Wilton Manors some alternate universe where we have criminals parading the streets and weird two seated bikes driving around. Â Did I mention there was only one person on the bike?
Oy vey! Â Finally, my week ended with some random ass homeless man approaching my car trying to talk to me when I was trying to get my latte this morning. Â Out of all the cars in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot, why me? Â Why me strange homeless man? Â WHY?
The moral of the story is that if you’re traveling around in gay Wilton Manors watch out for criminals, the homeless and always look both ways before crossing because you never know when you’ll see a two seater bicycle just comin out of nowhere.