If you’re looking for a way to break into someone’s conversation, might I suggest this technique, used by a random gentleman in Chinatown last night.
MJ and I had finished our dinner date and were getting ready to head home, when all of a sudden we were approached and heard…
“I’m the black rain man!“
And then: “Come on, baby dolls, pick a country. Any country in the world!“
My gut instinct was to avoid, and just say we had to go.
But then MJ responded: “Japan,” and the self-described black rain man burst out into a rap.
I didn’t catch it all. A lot of it was mumbled. But I did hear the words Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Tokyo, and Okinawa.
BRM: “That’s some educated shit right there! Your turn, baby doll! Pick a country!“
And so, being the international nerds we are (phrasing courtesy of MJ) we went a few countries more, with BRM rapping about our choices, and MJ and me trying to understand what he was saying.
When we finally stopped him, being clear that we had to go, he said goodbye and put his hand on my shoulder to impart some final words of wisdom.
“Baby doll, listen up. Don’t let him touch you. I don’t care if you have one kid off him or 10,000. Don’t let him touch your *mumble mumble*“
And as he walked over to another group, I turned to MJ.
“Don’t let him touch my what?“
“Your vines? I think he said your vines.“
Don’t let him touch your vines.
I’m sure that’s good advice, but I think I still preferred the country raps.
At least, what I understood.
*That line is original BRM – one of the few parts we understood and remembered.