Dude, write a book

Cowboyd. Future Famous Author:

“So you’re going to give this jacket to me.”

“Yes yes. I gift. To you.”

“What do you want?” I said.

“Want? I want to give you a litle gift.”

“What do you want?” I repeated.

He did not respond at once, instead readying his proposal since it was obvious that was all I was waiting for. Then he said slowly “I give you a little geeft, you give me a little geeft.”

Finally. Christ it took this guy long enough to admit that it was at least some sort of transaction he was proposing. In retrospect I wonder if he was covering his ass in case I turned out to be part of the ultra-elite squad of undercover cops that hangs around in parking lots –Hatchling to nest. Hatchling to nest. Operation “check email and then fart around in the parking lot” was a raging success.