The man with the microphone.

A sexagenarian hiding behind glasses and a beard found his way to my table in a coffee court-yard -- the Starbucks near Astor Place; there's a large rotatable-cube -- some night ago, and asked if I had a 'rock-tune' to request.

"I don't like music." I simply replied.

I began to notice that the wireless microphone sitting in his hand was not only a fake, but one sculpted in duct-tape.

He walked out onto the sidewalk, turned and faced me, and yelled, "I'll see you at the free-rock concert!"

Let's analyze the situation:

1. I'm writing.
2. A man with a microphone made with duct-tape asks me to request a song for him to sing to me.
3. I say I don't like music.
4. He walks away and yells, "I'll see you at the free rock concert."

Was there something I missed? What is The Free-Rock Concert?

Wait, holy shit. I think I just figured it out after all these long nights of contemplating, trying to decipher his message. Maybe it's a concert he made up, and since he's singing rock music through his fake microphone, all the music he sings is free of charge.



Does anyone else have any weird stories like that, where they thought about it for a long time trying to figure out a meaning, but then suddenly, it all makes sense?

[Edited on Dec 01, 2004 by zerendra]